BACK WHEN YOU LOVED ME FOREVER

My writing every night is not working. I am filling this notebook up not with anything creative, but with piles of episodic backwash. I don't even know what that means, I just liked the way it sounded. It is like a journal, but dirtier, but perhaps if I pick carefully through it later, I will find something worth-while. I am ready for something new. I am ready for someone new. I am thinking about becoming more aggressive.