I don't know.
Interest without conditions and fears?
I just want to accomplish something beautiful.
Over and over.
What do I mean?
What am I accomplishing?
I should be writing a fucking book right now, in these brief little moments I get with my computer, instead of vomiting out this drivel about things that don't exist anymore.
That made me angry, because I wanted to be there, but I couldn't be there. I'm sure all of them just hate me for not being there. I am also sure that they survived, because that's how it works.
New Year's resolutions, though.
My website is severely dated. My Redbubble is empty. None of my various online accounts are updated, aside from my blogs, which leave much to be desired. I seriously just need to unplug from life and take care of my mind shit... the mind shit that people appreciate but don't really appreciate. We have a week off from toddler (not a toddler anymore), but we still have a three month old... these brief little moments.
I have a lot going on in my head right now that I can't write about.