I’m spending today all alone.
More and more that’s something I need.
I woke up and went back to bed.
When I finally left bed I watched Donald Glover interviews.
I fought with myself about driving to Ottawa alone next week to attend one day of their blues fest to see him.
I hate myself for not being into crowds/festivals because I connected to Because The Internet way more than any other album in years.
I danced around my house in my underwear and got really sweaty.
I didn’t shower.
Instead I got back into bed and masturbated a bunch.
Now I’m getting up, I’m going to cook throw on some hip hop and paint the day away.
I’ve been in my head a lot lately. I’ve been really emotional. I think one thing people fail to see in me is how sensitive I am.
I wish I could rent a cottage somewhere for a month and live every day like this.
I think I’m finally getting back to myself. I missed me.