Monthly Archives: Feb 2023
Twenty-Six
I’ve been doing this for eleven years.
I know this. I have a folder for every time a new term in my life started.
But I’m getting tired. Tired of everything.
My English teacher told me never to start a sentence with “but”, but here I am. A self-described writer. I haven’t written anything in over a year. The last thing I did was a half-baked idea with a quarter-baked execution.
I am still tired, and lonely, and sad, and broke. Let’s break it down. Read the rest of this entry
Twenty-Five
Iris is coming to town.
Well, Town.
And I can’t help by say that I am excited.
Two well-meaning clinically depressed people trying to make the world a better place for themselves and a partner.
It will be fun.
Either we get married, or I kill myself.
Well, an ego-death of sorts. I am not risking my life for anyone else again.
Similarly, I am going on a type of sabbatical. Basically a Read the rest of this entry