Yesterday was just one of those days. Maybe it was the rain, the gray, my lack of sleep, or all those little stressors that have really doing their job lately. Most likely it was a messily wrapped gift of all of the above. I tried writing in my journal, but it just wasn't the same as typing into this little box. Keeping something completely to myself makes me feel uneasy. When writing something with the intention that someone other soul will read it, I make a lot more sense to myself, and probably to other people.

Torrie is snoring right now. I still cannot stand it. It makes my blood boil. Really, with each painstaking inhale I figure it can't get worse until milliseconds later it repeats ... and repeats and repeats. I like it quiet when I try to go to sleep. Which is probably why I haven't been sleeping lately. Not only because of Torrie's insufferable wheezing (JDASJDAJSDJK) but because of my own nonstop crazy thoughts. Even Elda noticed that I was out of it. Which takes a lot because for some reason I've still been trying my goddamn hardest to build up an indestructible self-sacrificing wall (to my eventual own demise.) I realize (with help) that it's up to me to pull myself out of the shit I've been treading in (phrase coined by my wondrous father) and change it (at last have good intentions to and really try to.)


May tomorrow the land be anew
May every bird sing unto you
That's the reason