I am so without guidance right now. I really have no direction in life. I think I have ADHD but it’s difficult, like, there’s a lot of attitudes in my imaginary social sphere arguing with me about things.
I move on people.
Dad can’t live without a maid.
I think. I think I have to stop talking about people. Do I?
It’s so odd. The responsibilities of a nobody writer. There are so many, and there is so little reward. Why?
I just want something pleasant to do tonight. My imagination will ponder whatever and whoever it ponders, I suppose. I just need to try to wake up on time tomorrow and be myself or something. Those two were sort of disjointed. ADHD. Think about it.