date: — 13/4/2022 —
mood: idk?? bipolar nothingness
song: common burn – mazzy star
it’s 10.58am, it’s a kind of cold morning. april is turning summer into autumn and it’s warm less and less. the sun still has some bite to it, so sid (my dog) lays on the old sectional that’s on my balcony. we live in a busy part of the town, so he barks at people standing, chatting with their coffee cups beside a grassy hill that children sometimes play on.
i’m drinking a coffee and smoking a joint, i have a headache, outside my skull is pain, but inside feels like it’s full of cotton wool.
i need to take sid for a walk. and shower. and wash my hair.
in the kitchen, i have weed butter simmering on the stove for the third and final hour. strange – i don’t feel productive most days, but i guess i am.
kinda hard to realise how hard you’re kicking, let alone appreciate it, when your only focus is keeping your head above water.
xx V