The Breakup Song

I clicked away rather than think further down that. I don’t like repressing things, I like to know what I have in my mind and where, and that’s why I write here. However, some things make me scared to think of, and then I wonder what else I have hidden in here that I don’t even know about, hiding behind the things that I see but am too afraid to move.

The Voice in the Back of your head is you.

I had dreams last night, many. However, there was one thing that I kept telling myself to remember, it was a date written on my computer screen, with a note in red type next to it. I believe it was in Windows explorer, but I wonder what the red note was. And now I wonder what the date was…

Lawnmower

I rip myself apart basically, write about my dreams, then check keyword analysis to find out how similar all days are, and see if I can see what makes days different and analyze my vocabulary and sentence structure for clues as to how I truly feel and why. Then I check my work email.