That last blog post was sitting in Live Writer. I was looking at it, feeling a bit guilty to express my anger, annoyed of feeling guilty and then it doesn’t stop. Is it going to cost me anything later? Sometimes it’s bad to speak up, I never know when to shut up once I started to express myself. I really miss boundaries on that. Maybe I shouldn’t have a blog.
It’s sunny for four days, which is great but makes my PTCaliforniaD worse. Whenever I close my eyes I see that city. I feel like whenever I was biking Los Angeles my brain was like, “RECORD THAT SHIT” and now that fucker binge-watch those videos every time I don’t pay attention.
I rode my bike. After months of walking it’s like I couldn’t stop my legs and didn’t even want to. I did some loops.
Five years living in a suitcase, five weeks in the dust. Oh hell yeah I want to settle down so hard. Breathe. Stretch. Breathe longer! Stretch to infinite!
Wallpaper: 99%
Ceiling tiles: 100%
Two fireplaces to dismantle: 0%
A small closet to destroy: 0%
Still the attic to take care of. Physically haven’t hurt myself too much for now, but I’d rather write some last will before the next time I’ll get a back and neck rub: that shit will kill me.