A lack of thoughts

It occurred to me while I was sitting at the desk whetting my knife that I haven't bothered to write a journal in a while. Things got so strange, so frustrating, and then completely turned around, I don't think I took the time to process any of it. That, and I'm not a writer by nature - when I was so angry, the last thing I wanted to do was speak about it. And again, in the afterglow of better days...who the hell would want to sit and write?

Well, all right, maybe someone else. Not me. But...

( random boring journal )