Hey, you.

I don’t feel like writing here lately. I used to spend a lot of time and effort coming up with links and content and blog posts, ten years ago before everyone and their dog had a blog with targeted ads and sponsorship from appliance or car dealers and it seemed as if the blogging thing had become some sort of business.

That isn’t me. I started doing this because it was fun, because it gave me an outlet and a way to talk about things I couldn’t always talk about to people close to me in my life.

Now, funny enough, I CAN talk here about whatever I want to, but it doesn’t appeal to me. I think of blog entries and maybe even write a draft and then I save it for a few days and think “aw fuck, I don’t want to be writing that” or I just delete it or my ADHD kicks in and I move on to something else.

My life is a bizarre sort of train wreck, most days, and I can’t imagine it being terribly interesting, so I don’t feel much like sharing. Days like today when I can really see just how bad thing are going make me want to overshare. And a tiny part of me thinks “no, don’t, it’ll look better tomorrow.” I’ve been saying that to myself for years now.

Anyway, I’m still alive, so that’s something. That’s enough, really. It’s gotta be.