So zoned out. Disappointing. Really, I see many lovely things to write on. But even the loveliness brings sadness. Too much sadness cripples motivation. I used to act bitter toward most things, but at some point I turned it into tragic beauty. Well, just drop the tragic, right? Ideally. It’s the selfishness in me because I want to keep it. I don’t know. A month’s almost gone out of 2014.