Figures

I make a big ol’ post about how I’m coming back and I need to write and so on… and then write nothing. I wish a side would win whatever war it is that’s raging in my head so that I could go on in piece. Either way, I just want it to end. It’s nothing I enjoy, having this weird core inside that wants to express and then no motivation to do so surrounding it on all sides.

Poor me, right?

I imagine that what I’m going through is all too run-of-the-mill. It’s naive of me to think that I’m a sort of special case. And honestly, I don’t. But it gets old. It gets frustrating.

I think the real solution is to get off my ass and do something about it rather than wallow in self-pity, but I’m just so good at wallowing.