Purging

So yeah, this is where I've been purging a lot of my anger and dialogue and guilt and spinning around in my head thoughts. I kind of hope no one's reading this because then it's like the grapevine will come wrapping itself back around to me and will I get in trouble?

Oh well, that's the repercussion that I'll have to take if it comes to that. It's easier to type than it is to write nowadays. Where did my hand strength go to? Down the drain with a lot of my other capabilities. I know I could gain it back, but right now it's not much of a priority.

Sigh. Where to go and what to do. So I pound the little black plastic squares on my laptop and conjure up letters, words, sentences and spin them out into the ether to be lost unless I feel like retrieving them. I don't really. Getting it out in the moment is more satisfying, I think. I haven't really tried to look back much. Isn't that what free-writing is about?

Today was a good day otherwise. I've made good choices so far even if they weren't hugely amazing. One day, hour, minute at a time. So the saying goes.

How goes it? That's another saying. Pretty well. Not completely well, or a well completeness, but somewhere around there in the middle on the edge or thereabouts.