There’s nothing much about today that I find interesting, but for some reason I wanted to write. Has that ever happened to you before?
THE COMPLETE LACK OF SIGNIFICANCE
BUT THE OVERWHELMING NEED TO SHARE THE WITH SOMEONE
Does that mean I’m lonely?
Perhaps I’m just delayed on my period again and my hormones are going mad.
Here’s my point in this completely random entry. Sometimes the things that make us feel better don’t make much sense. I mean, I don’t get why anyone want chocolates when they sad – apart from the biological reason – or why driving around makes someone think clearer. I can only speak for what makes me happier or, at least, feel a little less like a menopausal 24-year old.
I need to write.
What’s your pint of ice cream or box pizza when you feel unusually down?