I’ve been forcing myself to write a page once a day (song, poem, rap… yes, I said rap) as a form of self-discipline. Plus, I’m not going to lie, it’s become extra apparent to me that I might be a robot lately, given my lack of emotional response to anything happening. It’s a solid way to “work things out”, I guess, without ever having to have the confrontational aspect of talking to another human being and forcing them to digest your thoughts/feelings (this whole process sounds sort of disgusting, is that a normal response?)
Anyways, after a month and a half of writing every day, not to mention about 30 too-legitimately-serious-2AM-conversations, I’m afraid I’m becoming overly-emotional. Which, you should probably note, my idea of ‘overly’ emotional is probably most people’s idea of borderline sociopath. Although I will say I thought there was a 40/60 chance I might cry the other day, but I fell asleep instead. So much for emotional breakthrough.
Also, because of all that writing as well as deep conversation, I’ve also started doing ink drawings. Mostly for a few friends. They’re whatevs.