
I have ten days left, and I didn’t want to write today.
Most of the day was spent recovering from, going to bed around 4 am. I went on a walk and then took a nap.
It’s funny how a day of taking care of myself feels like nothing got down.
I read “Everything is F*cked” by Mark Manson, and thought about what I felt about hope.
Though, I am here now to just finish what I started.
So what did I do today?
Today felt like a siren ringing in my head.
Though I didn’t write a lot today, I feel like I say that every day. I am trying.
But for all this is worth, it feels like I am failing.
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See you tomorrow, friends.