I don't want to write right now. Not just because I'm tired and it's late. I would have wanted to go to sleep hours ago already.
Not because I don't have anything to say. I would have a plethora of things to write about. It's more like I don't know where to start.
But it's not that either. I could ponder a moment and surely find some end of a thread which to start pulling.
It's none of these things and it's all of those. Too much, or little and too late. I just can't think I could have been able to go any deeper than this.
So that's why I'm jotting down these less meaningful thoughts. Just to get this done. Just to be able to finally go to sleep.
And this is the point when it once again gets hard. Just about halfway through and I get stuck. There is nothing more to say anymore. And I'm already thinking to start over. Maybe one of those threads I mentioned earlier would lead to a better post after all.
Not every day needs to be a good day. Not every post perfect. There is room for bad days and posts as well if i stop demanding too much from myself.