Yesterday turned kind of okay. Still craving, women, relationships, meaningful experiences, but even when they happen I seem oblivious to them. It's been a long time since I fornicate died with someone I found beautiful. Less time since I kissed one. Feels like it's been so long.

That guy is just doing weird stretches and I don't care about the just don't want him jumping off the second level.

I've been having more out of nowhere emotional crises. Time seems condensed. I fear the future. I fear the now.

I'm going to go so I look like I'm doing a job.