Restless, restless. Listening to the same Joy Division song on repeat. Thinking about all the places I'd rather be. I'd always rather be somewhere else. I wonder what will happen when I get somewhere else. Will I miss home?

Feeling too much is difficult. I don’t sense that anything is a big deal so it is nearly impossible to register when something actually is important; what should I be doing, where should my hands be placed?

I remember when I had things to say. I remember when I had things I wanted to say, was waiting to say. But now I’m just blank.