So.

I wrote a story yesterday. On the bus. Simply put, and pardon my language, I was feeling like shit. Normally when I feel like shit I go to bed but this was a case where I could not do that.

I tried my music, but the happier songs I just wasn’t feeling them.

So I wrote.

And I don’t like what I wrote. It makes me feel bad, which is the point, I guess.

Join me in my MISERY

-Moon