1461 in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

Holy Heh-Zeus, that’s a lot of unread bookmarks!

I have so much to say, yet I’m still so scared to speak. Been utilizing my old journal. You know, pen and paper. Helps a bit, but there’s a place for talking to yourself, and a place for, well. Knowing you might get a response, good or bad. In the short term, I’m sitting at 49700 words for NaNoWriMo. Taking a mental break at the moment.

Everything else with my life is… I don’t even know where to begin. Or if I should. I am more mentally paralyzed than I was back in 2004.

It’s such a dichotomy to be told that you should be the one to fix yourself. And have someone else tell you that you need to learn to ask for help. Obviously both are true to some degree. It’s a philosophical nightmare.