I feel so stagnant. Something needs to change. I have to change something. I want to cut my hair short again. I’ve been looking at photos from
Happiness is a bike. racing down mass ave at 3 am. random choice encounters. but only in small quantities.
[Hums] “I never loved nobody fully. Always kept one foot on the ground.”
Contentment is pulling myself out of sludge and WORKING on things. Making them done. And it’s not the DONE that’s happy, it’s the MAKING.
I like building things. Just like I like learning Spanish. Or Thai. It’s hard, but I should do it because it makes me happy. Instead of rotting into a soft sludge puddle of apathy.
I’ve been eating