Today has been one of those days where I just write about whatever comes across my mind. No thought was put into them Persey, but it was still good. Lately, I have just been in my own world thinking about things that I enjoy, and don’t enjoy. I don’t know if it is disassociation or not, but I have been quite distant in writing. I guess I have had a bit of writer’s block, but it passed, and I still cannot seem to put things into prospective. Since last month, things have been just a blur. I do not sleep good nor do I even have good dreams. Things haven’t been the same. For sure my heart is broken because of what happened, but it is not getting better. Just sitting here watching television and listening to music thinking about how I wanted this year to be different than the other years that have come and gone. I don’t know why things are not different. In the beginning everything was good, but now it just doesn’t feel right. I guess that’s what happens when depression and anxiety creeps in. I am just thinking out loud as I write my thoughts. Well, I guess I will call it a new day. Until later, see ya. ©2022
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