The more I struggle with my days, the fewer photos I take. I don’t update my personal (as opposed to this very much public) journal if I’m feeling down. None of this is because I want to save only the good things, but rather how my mind works. It digs a hole, I jump down, and sometimes I forget the ladder.

Stupid. There’s bound to be a hack for that, one that isn’t alcohol, smoke, or pushing everything away with parties, friends and strangers. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.