Okay. I've taken photos that don't relate to either Straight Lines or Pinholes, and it was actually rather lovely. Of course, they were all on film, So I can't actually show them off. Darn.
Also, I fail at blogging. There's just not enough interesting buggery going on in my skull. I could write a story. But I think stories that aren't going to be read are dull.
It's awfully cliched to be miserable about nothing. In fact, I'm not entirely sure it's even cliched. It's just pathetic. I need to break out of this funk, and the sooner the better. It's getting silly. I'd like to get through a day where I don't want to burst into tears at some point.
I don't feel terribly complete. I can't explain what I mean. I feel like I'm fragments of a person, but I can't stick together. Like there's something missing and so I keep falling apart. What's missing I have no idea. Maybe I should go to the doctors and get some of his fancy meds. I know I like to think I'm above them, and that if I'm feeling down, there's a valid reason for it and I need to work through it. But I just don't know what's getting to me.
Keep focused Katie. Let's redirect this angst into productiveness. Maybe we could start with tidying the bedroom eh?
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