Dear metaphorical diary deep in the darkest crevices of my empty head, yesterday, much like the day before it, and also the day before that, I stayed cooped up underneath warm sheets the whole day.
Beautiful day yesterday, I think. Much like the day before it, I suppose. Same as the one before that too. Wish I knew… it's too bad my curtains couldn't be parted open.
Never really noticed how drab my bedroom walls were without the warm rays of sunlight painting it bright. Guess it's true when they say that you never really notice when you got it good until you don't got it good no more. Feel me?
Diary in my head, y'know how I mention the other day that I'll try to keep a positive outlook on things? I'm still going strong, I'm glad to inform.