Dear Diary 10th Apr 17

It is night time again

I should sleep, I don’t want to, little scared to if I am honest

Once upon a time I got inspired, sometimes I got depressed, now I just am.

Not empty, not full, not down, no up, just here.

No words, no thoughts, nothing springs to mind.

Surrounded by mess and dirty cars.

Bank account empty and my business needs to be started again.

My body isn’t back to normal and I don’t sound like me.

I smartened myself up but its not me I see.

Just here, phone is on the fritz and I should be asleep.

I’ll read something irrelevant but that doesn’t work.

Grammarly can sod off too, I am not confused.



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