Dead Stretch

Got a new lip ring a couple weeks ago. Not like it fixes anything, but there’s something about doing it anyway that matters.

Some weeks I could write ten posts a day. Other weeks I’ve got nothing because I’m running on empty. I used to dump my apocalypse-depression stuff here, but I’m past that now. No point.

I’m in some job prep course, and I don’t know what I’m doing for work. Years of resisting this whole system and how it uses people, and it’s still in me. Maybe the job I want doesn’t even exist. Maybe I should do something in social work or media design. Maybe I should just wait for whatever’s been moving me around to move me again. The indecision isn’t helping.

I’ve always kind of slipped into things. This time it feels like whatever’s guiding me is tired, or maybe never stopped and I just can’t feel it. Probably both.

Watching something tonight, letting it all blur. That’s enough.