Day One: Self-Evaluation
I'm looking at myself in an enormous mirror every day.
I constantly ask myself the most difficult questions that come to mind, in hopes of challenging myself in some new, inventive way.
Alas, it is not to be so.
I tire of every day behaviours, such as going outside, or reading a book.
What causes this?
This unreal sadness that never seems to disappate in any fashion; merely continues a travesty wrecking every single dream I've been working so tirelessly on of late.
Shut up, Jane.
You're simply not making sense.