Give me hope in silence
It's easier, it's kinder
Tell me not of heartbreak
It plagues my soul, it plagues my soul
We will meet back on this road
Nothing gained, truth be told
But I'm not the enemy
It isn't me, the enemy
Mumford and Sons - "The Enemy"
I started a journal today. Yes. I'm journaling about journaling. Laaaame.
See? This is why all my past journals failed. Not just failed either. Fricking crashed and burned.
Yet, here I am again.
You know what they say about insanity...
"Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." Or, at least, Einstein allegedly did.
Hmm. *rummages through the recesses of her brain for something to write about*
I did a bad thing, guys. Seriously, I am ashamed. I neglected my drawing requests and instead, committed mass brain cell genocide by reality TV. Bridezilla. It is not even remotely enjoyable to watch.
I buried Scar this morning. Cleaned out the new tank that I purchased and set up for him just yesterday. Moved Fang into it so he would have a little more room to swim. Broke down Fang's tank. Swapped out half of Tilli's Dalmatian's water for new water. Fed everyone. Did a sketch of what I have planned for littelboyblu's drawing. Then, I proceeded to waste away hours in front of the TV.
I think, subconsciously, I created this journal out of guilt over my failed day. Which means, it's not so subconscious anymore. 'Cuz, I identified it and everything. Yeah, I really do ramble too much.