I can hear birds outside my window
as a form of symbol for goodness.
But I don't feel good.
I have some virus, it hit me like a bag of bricks yesterday morning.
Making frequent trips back and forth to my bed
it's sort of like my sanctuary.
I'll get up, pace the floor of this quarantine
then feel too drained to remain vertical and then lie back down.
I need to stop writing like this.



School has been going generally good. I could be doing better, but I could be doing a lot of things right now. I love my girlfriend. I've been in love a million times, I've fallen for pretty well every girl that passes me on the street. Until I met her. Now the girls on the street are just obstacles I pass along my daily routine, weaving in and out. I can honestly say I've never been so happy before.

I bought a pack of pills the other day and now they're gone. This is brute force.

Mom comes in today, her choir is performing tomorrow and my girlfriend's mom cannot wait! haha

Okay, I have to go, get some food to eat.