stupid

Again, I'm forcing myself to blog. I have tons to say but no general urge to let it out.

In all my self aware capacity, I've realized I'm ultimately unhappy right now. It's like I can hop out of my body and see myself not talking, not smiling, not caring, not moving...but my brain still functions enough to realize it...but not do anything about it.

I can't figure out why I'm not my cheery self. Why I'm not abiding by my "life moves on", "be thankful for your surroundings" type of thinking.

I'm still scarce in words.

I'm just going to use pictures.

Somewhere in me I'm ecstatic about:

He may be a comic book geek at heart...but he is now officially the Democratic Nominee...and this voter is happy.

I'm worried about.


This is what my days feel like:



I know I should continue to be abiding by this:

But instead I'm definitely stressing about:



and am unhappy about

and the



I'm going to bed. This is stupid.