Old diary entry 2015

win my heart with food, music, a nice bed. Make me breakfast and be honest and kind. I love the book White Oleander. It perfectly encapsulates human emotions between mothers and daughters and the feeling of loneliness. Mainstream music makes me sad. It lacks the talent, emotion, and creativity of its predecessors. But it also gets stuck in your head and overplayed way too many times. I miss snow. Cold. Fog. Weather, real weather. The feeling of calm it brought me years ago in Tehachapi. A huge oak tree surrounding me like a nest, blanket of fog around my shoulders. I don’t like being stuck in my own brain. Thoughts constantly filtering, one after another, like coffee dripping into a pot. It gets very exhausting, all this thinking and feeling. There is just no off switch.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Wanderlust, Writing

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