I missed this morning. I’m going back to journal or at last trying to. I want to see if it still works for me. I struggle to write things in a way I never did before. I dont know whether its age, the fact I’m a parent or whether I’ve grown apathetic o my own life. Why worry about things today when you can just put them off. Another tme will do. Negate responsibility and forget that stuff matters. Maybe I’m scared. Maybe if I do write it’ll show up stuff that I would rather not deal with. I guess thats ok. I just wonder how many times in life I wont ask the questions that I know I should.
Maybe I’m needing to chuck my ipod? Music. I love my music and yet, despite changing it its just not movin me the same anymore. Think I need a sleep.