I suppose that I've just been so bored with my life lately that I think there is nothing worth mentioning. When really, there probably is.
I'm not quite sure what right now.
And here I am... yet again... at a complete loss of what words to type.
I suppose I could write about how life takes crazy turns, and you never know what to expect. How every day is full of choices, and sometimes I get extremely overwhelmed by all of them. About how I wish I could see into the future so I would know what to do.
How I wish I wasn't so scared of actually taking chances in the fear that the "comfortable" depression I have right now will turn into something worse.
I could also write about how my depression is lifting, and one day at a time I've been able to slowly pull myself back together.
I don't know. I have a block. It won't go away.