All of my writing has sucked in the past week.
I have a lot of phone calls to make.
I smoke too much now, because all I do is sit outside reading and trying to write.
I don’t know if this is a phase or not, but I’m really grossed out and disgusted by most people. Not even their mentalities, but being physically near them.
Maybe that’s a throwback to my childhood when my mother said I felt like being touched was like “poison.”
A lot of things are poisonous to me these days, I think.
