Here we go again. But this is a different day. I think I figured out last night the enemy is not who I thought it was. In fact it’s not a who at all. But I have to keep that a secret right now. Ahh.. fuck it. It’s the act. It’s what I am doing. Although, there is a lure there too. I get no help. But have lately. These three days anyway. I bet it lasts a while this time. Of course it will. Last night is proof of that. I went for the usual walks but something was different this time. There was… nothing. I could’ve regrouped but i chose not to. Maybe next. (Boy I hope not)
This place was once a sanctuary. Now it’s more like a confessional. I don’t even talk to you anymore. I just leave my thoughts and chronicle my… obsessions and pains. That’s okay. When I want I response, I will ask for it. For the first time in a long time, I like the solitude.