It's chilly and I'm in that mental state where I'm both tired and confused. It's 5.22pm, I know but I sort of never woke up, Properly. You know, Those days. I should write, I should have written I'm starting to accumulate more drafts than posts. Self-doubt is a thing,I guess. Inconsistency,procrastination,those are things too. But, but also, You told me to get a life didn't you? You told me to stop writing like I've circled the world and I have everything figured out. Well I still haven't But I did get a life I felt. I felt a lot of things The year so far has had me all up in my feelings Feelings Crashing in and out of me like waves at a shore. This far I've felt both joy and sadness More than I presume I've felt my entire life. But then again, You'ld be surprised what the human mind can forget. It's a perfect time to write, Well perfect maybe isn't the word, but i'm in the middle of one o