I feel like my intelligence is slipping away. I don’t find myself tactful…or that I have anything interesting to say.

It’s been so damn long since I’ve read a novel.

I stopped exercising months ago.

I’m going to try and stop this trend.

But is it inevitable?

The plain old truth is that I just don’t care about any of the things that should be important. All I feel is vaguely lonely and like I’m trying to recapture a bygone era…the time when Kelly lived at her mom’s and all these cool things seemed to happen.

I guess my universe just seems rather dull.