all I can say is that my life is pretty plain

I like watching the puddles gather rain.


I don't know what the deal is. I want to write, but the words won't come. I don't really know what to do. Or say, for that matter. I feel like I'm burned out. But I don't do anything. So I don't know how I could be burned out. I wonder if it's possible to be stressed due to inactivity. because I think I am. I guess that's all I've got. I quit.