Gotta write something and it doesn’t matter what. Been slacking, but haven’t; just had a lot on, but let that get in the way of getting things done. Funny how that happens.

So I sit here and I write away and this place still doesn’t feel like home and it probably won’t for a while but that’s the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes that’s what you have to deal with as you get used to something new. Do I want to get used to this? Perhaps, but also not really. I don’t know when I will move again, but I know that at least for the time being I am here and in being here I get to have a sense of security, despite how faint that may be.

So I sit here and I write away and I’m not writing anything that’s particularly interesting and that’s okay, but I do need to write something and so that something is this and it comes from the hands as they fly away over the keyboard. They peck at the keys and they do their thing and I wonder as to how much longer I can keep this up. I haven’t written much and already I am struggling, but sometimes you need to struggle.

You shouldn’t have to suffer and you shouldn’t have to struggle, but sometimes you do and you get through it and you get on with things. Maybe you need help but you get there and you keep on going because no matter how hard it gets, it can always get worse but it can also get better and so you do what you can. If you get help then you pass it on when you can and you keep going and hopefully in the end people are better supported. It takes a while and it can be a massive slog, but you get there and then everyone gets there.

Comparatively struggling to write a few words about very little is not a struggle. It’s very easy, but at the moment I am struggling to write. I am struggling to get to the end of things but I persist. I am in a position to do so and despite the meaninglessness of it all there are goals I am looking to achieve and there is an ending I am looking to reach. Cutting things right here and right now is not what I want to do, though it does call out in a manner that makes me want to, but I won’t. It’s not the time I am looking for and it’s not the right time either. Besides which, I’d be gone for a week at most and then be back to hammering away at the keyboard crapping on about things people either don’t care about or things that people don’t care about, and that’s… yeah.

So I think I’m just forcing myself through this and I’m getting there, but it’s taking time, but that’s okay; it’s not bad.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:09:40

Bit of a struggle and a bit crap, but in some ways necessary. Far more unnecessary than necessary, but you know.

Written at home.