Black hat and boots.

Today was a bad day.

I feel like I'm not going to achieve what I wanted. Sometimes the pressure seems like it's going to spew out of me in any way it can. I've never succumbed to pressure before and I feel like I am full of the stuff right now.

Wearing all black only exacerbated the situation. I liked it.

Everything I write has no conviction. I feel like I am in an endless vaccuum and I can't for the life of me get the words out in the right order to get out. I can't even write a plan.

WRITE or RIGHT. Painful choices. Teething and growing into something I hope I can get over. Accomplishment is a distant thing right now.