If what I could write about was like going to a party, I’d be showing up naked for that party and while I might entertain and it would be the most honest thing for me to do, I don’t know if it would be socially acceptable and it could haunt me the next day.

Things in this box have been slow. There is a lot I could potentially fill it with but it all seems too personal. Lately I’ve been debating whether it seems too personal because it is or because I am too scared and retreating into myself.

Or it might be because I don’t have Internet in my apartment or because of this whole actually being productive for most of an entire day thing.

I have thoughts of shutting things down, closing the box. But I don’t want to. I need an outlet. But is this it? Lately I am lacking a satisfying way to express myself. I am racking my brain to find out what that new way will be.

I am a little scared that it is just me getting older and jaded and not so expressive.

My song today (thanks to younger bro): Clap Your Hands Say Yeah’s “The Skin of my Yellow Country Teeth”.