I just have to survive today. To do: Clip my nails.
I shouldn’t ask for miraculous things to just fall from the heavens. Friends, friendship, wealth, success, health. This is impossible. You don’t just get these things out of nowhere.
I have to keep it up. The psyche. Perception of my surroundings. Reality is rather static, constant. Not too variable.
I don’t know, there’s not much to talk about. Life is pretty uneventful in the end. I imagine a lot. My delusions.
But really, not much happens. I should enjoy this. It’s mellow.