Quiet. in The Napkin.

Okay, metal is playing, whatever. Another day, still sad. Spent yesterday cleaning to distract myself. As, nothing particularly pleasant really resonated with me. In a headspace where I’m afraid of speaking out of fear of being misinterpreted. Happens a lot, being misinterpreted. Or so it feels.

Moments of “Oh, I’d like to…” are very fleeting. Thus why I stew on things to see if I really want to execute action. (Example: really thought I’d get moving on my next tattoo, but the zest has lost me at the moment.)

Nothing much to say beyond a list of activities done, and those to do.