Every night before I go to sleep I say good night to my Mother�s urn.. as if it was her in some way. It�s usually a quick event. Tonight I cried. I�m not sure what it means. I guess I just miss her.

Tonight wasn�t easy at work. I mean it was chill, but emotionally I�m getting to the point that I see the pointlessness of staying at these jobs. They�re completely dead end jobs that pay me spit, and only make me want to punch people in the face.

I�m in love, and even that�s complicated. I should have been in bed already, but I�m too busy brewing my tea.