November 25th 2021
Today is one for the diary. The physical one. The one that I do in pen instead of type. When I wrote today’s entry in pen, I realised I haven’t written in it for nine months. That’s a long time. I guess I’ve just been avoiding it. I used to write that one every day as well.
I’d write something make believe in this diary and write something real in that one. I guess I’m kinda doing the same thing tonight. It’s the only real outlet I have.
Until tomorrow, I feel like I want to talk about everything, but I also don’t want to talk about anything.