I can only write what I know. Or at the very least, what I think I know.
This is what I know.
Today I know that I do not want to write.
Today I know that the little I do want to write, I do not want to put on my blog.
Today I feel stuck.
Today my half and half was starting to sour, but I didn’t realize that till a few sips into my coffee.
Today I want things so badly to change.
Today I feel cranky and mean.
Today I feel bad about throwing my parfait outside my car in anger last night.
Today I feel good about doing the above in the pristine, planned community in which I live.
Today I feel guilty about both wasting food and littering.
Today my head is full of thoughts.
Today I feel emotionally tired.
Today I enjoy the chill in my room.
Today I try to figure out my life.
Today I sit in my pajamas and write.
Today I pray to God: Lord, have mercy.
Today I hear him say: I have you.