Winter feels like an excuse.
Every winter my motivation hits rock bottom and the days become a sordid haze of repetition. I get stuck in a funk I can’t really break.
When I was 14 I thought I was invincible on the Internet.
Pretty much everything I did had zero repercussions.
Promise. Guarantee. Oath. Decree.
Whatever word you want to use, there’s a good chance your brain holds it to a higher standard than resolution.
This was a bunch of tweets I made early morning on the 15th of October. I deleted most of the tweets to post them here instead.
Wish I could walk without pain.
To be antiquated to society frightens me.
I feel like it’s important to always be kept in the loop with what is going on in the world around me.
I don’t smoke. I still have stress and anxiety but I don’t smoke. I come from a household of smokers and all of them look to light up when things are getting stressful for them.
I’m an opinionated person.
I’m not going to say I haven’t been annoying about it in the past. I’m sure I have been many times. Butting in how I feel about something.
This winter is frustrating.
In a lot of ways I feel like I shouldn’t complain too much. Last winter was a serious low point in my life.