A Quarantined Birthday

That’s an insane number.
 There’s no more 30 is the new 20. There is just 40 then 50. I guess suicide is an option but I’m much too young for that.

What Does It All Mean!

I can’t get comfortable when I want to write. It’s as if I’m blocked. Blocked isn’t something I believe in. My dumb brain is always moving, dreaming, thinking, creating nonsense but nothing is coming out on paper. I keep telling myself to review the ten thousand hours of television I watch a day but instead …