Friday as usual...

On Frida's day it think i need some of her medicine...

Somehow managed to waste a promising day in basic hatred, mindless gaping and frustration from not being able to link words together at work and not having the time to do it in a more comfortable place. It becomes a trend the way i see it right now... Overthinking has replaced acting and is killing me. There's a track somewhere and i gotta get back on it. Soon i won't be strong enough to choose the means... Ian will be right to state: "He's lost control".

Also - the beast inside is back, more powerful than i exepected it to be and scarily hungry. Met him this morning - there's still a bad taste in my mouth.

Anyway... There's a chance to save the day with some physical activity. Drain the body, so the head can get some rest too... I hope. I might even pray.

confidence. trust in something. with fidelity to something. (words tell a lot more than they appear to...)