Good lord I'm boring in 2017

There is much discussion around the difference between OD and PB at the moment, and the fact is that the world is not the same as it was back then. We don’t have time to be indulgent and creative. I wish we did. I feel like everything is too fast, and we are supposed to have it all. I don’t want it all! It feels like far too much pressure.

All my entries are cold hard facts now, and I get that, because I like to be able to look back and keep track of what happened. But it isn’t the same as old OD, where it was all about how I felt about the things that happened. About taking the time to weave stories around events and be open about what it all really meant (or what I thought it meant in my mixed up hormonal mind).

These entries feel cold and empty and boring here. I wish I could do more, but I know I won’t. Still, I’ll keep going. That’s how I feel about life right now. I don’t know where it’s going or what’s happening or how I feel about it, but I keep going.

I’m just so god damned tired all the time. And it sort of feels like shouting into the ether now, because we are all wrapped up in facebook and instagram and 140 character responses.