i hate titles.

i can't concentrate on work with so much and so little going on inside. figured this would be a good distraction for a few minutes... lindsay wonders, "distraction from what?".... in the past few months there's been too much to handle. as my grandma reminded my mother, stress is stress regardless if it's good or bad. how sad that so much more good than bad could've beat me down. (umm.. along with the obvious underlying issue) i guess that's how it goes. luckily, i'm having more good days than bad. but the bad... well, i won't talk about it. so, for now "mostly good" will suffice.

back track-

man, i'm so frustrated with writing.. when i think of writing in the past i remember how cathartic it felt, which motivates me to try... and then i look back at what i just put into text, and while i'm slightly pleased that i at least put something down, i'm mostly disappointed that it doesn't come as easily as it used to.... ok, ok... so i used to consider myself a pretty good writer, creative while cryptic... now it all just sounds the same. i guess i should be proud that i'm making an effort. maybe.