I wish I still had dreams.
I can't believe I once wanted to write. I wish I still did. And I know I've said this countless times, but I'm too big of a person to not have any desires.
Adaptation's Meryl Streep encapsulates how I feel.
I always mean well, and it's not always going to translate, but I always only mean well. I have no personal ambition to nurture and turn me selfish, and I believe I only take what I'm due, although I won't complain if I receive additional.
I just want to feel alive.
For today, I'm relieved to at least be partly out of this funk.
I am watching The Bear as of this writing, and if this isn't the perfect song to end this entry, then I don't know what is.
My bad, it's been a while since the last
I love Radiohead, man.