Bad things are happening. I've forgotten how to write about my life in terms other than what I'm cooking or what craft I'm currently working on. It feels so self-indulgent to write about my problems anymore, even if I know no one cares.
I make all these lists and plans, expecting them to improve me. In the end, they probably make things even worse. I start looking up, forgetting that there are rocks and ditches on the ground to watch out for.
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