New Beginnings

What a cliché sounding title. So pretentious.

Starting from the beginning doesn't feel like a fresh new day; it doesn't feel like waking up on a sunny morning singing show tunes and looking forward to the rest of my life. At least not for me. It's me resenting the birds for chirping because it means it's time for me to haul my ass out of bed and get moving. It's me struggling to keep my eyes open because I want nothing more to stay in bed. Apparently, that's depression and anxiety. With an unhealthy dose of pessimism thrown in.

But it is a new day, which is why I'm talking to you. And by you, I mean no one, because who will want to read these ramblings. But I suppose this process could be deemed cathartic. So, this is my blog. It will catalogue the horrible things that always seem to happen to me. My family thinks they're all hilarious and that I should share that hilarity with the world. It will spout my views on whichever topics I choose, maybe an occasional book review and when I feel courageous enough, possibly showcase my art.

But you're not gonna like it anyway.