Bohemian neurosis My fingers are refusing to type this; they’ve been numbed by the cold outside.
But I had to go out. I had to get away. Sitting at my desk was becoming too […]
Moving… forward? It seems that these past few months have satiated my yearning for wallowing in my own misery and indulging in my self-defeat, and I am now finally ready to move on with my life.
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Grinding to a halt The entries on this journal have been noticeably sparse because I have had little to report of late. Unable to make any firm decisions or take any bold steps, I have let my life grind to a complete halt.
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All the facts“But do you feel she’s pretty?” I push on, knowing fully well I can’t implicitly trust her answer. My mother has this odd way of rating the attractiveness of women, and someone who’s a 9 in her eyes is realistically more like a […]