Dear die-ary, I've been going on walks more and more lately. I have to go for walks in the day to get a job. I'm running desperately low on money. If it wasn't for the utilitarian value of the day I think I would avoid it completely, the night is so much better. The air smells clean(er), it's more crisp, there aren't a thousand eyes staring at you when you leave the house, every thing's more peaceful. The night gives me time to think. I think about everything while I wander the streets. I think about god -a name I used to capitalize-, I think about death, I think about what's right and what's wrong and what's the difference? I don't really know where I'm going with this. This whole page just seems like me bitching about things that I cannot change. It's so meaningless, so trivial. There are so many better things that I could be doing with my time. I could... fuck, what could I do? Time is like pennies. Writing this is like spending all my pennies on those little candies that they sell at the counter. Eating them is something to do, but I'm just eating for the sake of eating. I should be saving my pennies in a little jar until I can get something substantial with them. I guess that would be like learning a skill. I should start drawing again, I used to draw pretty good. Why did I ever stop? Has anyone ever bought anything with a jar of pennies? I'm going to go for a walk and look for something to sketch.
Johnny C. 5/10 11:50 PM
A/N Is it simple filler or am I setting up for some super plot development? I don't know either! Tune in next week/month/season/whenever-I-get-around-to-this-again and find out!