I’m trying to live a fulfilling life, but it’s not working out how I had planned.
I’m not as happy as I used to be. I’m still happy, no worries there, but not as much. Maybe it means nothing.

Song of the day: “California” by Tyrone Wells. I like his voice.

I’m in constant pain. I don’t complain, it’s annoying. But I’m literally in tons of pain always. My back and knees mostly. But the doctors all say I’m fine, so obviously nothing is wrong. Huh.


I’m in a weird mood. I feel like I’m here in Ventura without a purpose.
What’s the point of being somewhere unless there’s a reason to be?


Let’s think on that. And end on it.


Later days.