Here I am again, back to write down things I can't write in my proper blog. You know, I don't think I need to write there at all. This honesty thing is over-rated sometimes. I mean, I don't want to tell these people about my issues. They don't neeed to know. I talk about it enough.

But yeah. I'm done talking about my grandfather and depression and shit with friends. Don't want to bring down the conversation. Even if it feels empty and superficial to begin with. Seriously. Two phone conversations that were absolutely obligation and that's all. I mean, I felt good that I got them done. But just in the same way as I'd feel about errands.

Ah, fuck it. I've got to manage some kind of food and then go to sleep. I'll make another go at application essays tomorrow.