this basements getting old. i woke up and watched television today, for the first time in a long while. i spent the majority of yesterday with friends, which was fun.
i find it hard to write now. like the words im saying arent true or that im trying to put things down on paper that dont exist. i cant even form intelligent sentences. writers block, eh?
tomorrow i go back to work, have wednesday off, work thursday, and have friday saturday, sunday off. good, friday.
it comes down to the day to day.
finding ways to make the way i live better, and eliminating the things that make my life worse. this town makes one stagnant, and thus brings forced satisfaction. i refuse to force satisfaction on myself. i am not satisfied, and i am not one to sit still. get me out of here. i will get myself out.