Today I’m writing from the floor of the living room. The laptop is up on an ottoman and I’m sitting in front of it and this is not the most comfortable thing in the world, let me tell you. Why am I doing this when I have a perfectly good desk from which I can sit? I have absolutely no idea, but the music is playing in the living room and that’s where I want to be at the moment. I want to be listening to the tunes.

It has been a long day and I’m not going to write about it right now. Saving that for tomorrow. The ex is gone, things were said that make me wonder about what it is that she’s actually thinking, but that’s not something I want to dwell upon. I’m going to feel like absolute shit in the morning, but right now my focus is just to enjoy the evening. It’s election time and votes are being counted, and it’s not a good time.

It could go in the way that I want it to, but I fear it won’t and we’re gonna be stuck with a party that has contempt for the poor. Open, seemingly-hostile contempt. But maybe we won’t! We’ll see.

I’m sitting here and Nujabes is playing, and in this moment things seem alright. Things seem okay. It has been an intense few days, but I’m still alive and I’m still kicking. I can get through what I’m going through. I’ve been through some heavy stuff in life and this is the lowest point I’ve experienced. It can get worse, but it can get better.

This election might go well. If it goes the way I hope it goes, I’m still not going to be happy, but I won’t be doleful. I’ll at least know that fighting for the betterment of all will be less tiring. I know that the Australian populace, or rather a majority of it, decided that it is better to reject the party that serves to enrich itself.

I’m not sure why I don’t feel like absolute shit right now. It has been a heavy day. Heavy emotions, a lot of comforting, a lot of watching a place empty. I still have this living room, however, and that’s nice. All of what is in here is mine, at least, though soon it will be elsewhere. Soon it will no longer inhabit this space, and I need to get a move on with that, I suppose. Tomorrow things will be out of here and will be elsewhere, and I don’t know when or if I’ll see them again. I do know, however, that I’m anticipating some good news. Hopefully that news is sooner rather than later, but I’m anticipating it. If not, there are more things along the way. I can get through this space. I can persevere.

Hopefully the election shows that working toward a better tomorrow is not off the table. We’ll find out soon.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:16:28

Decent speed, considering the discomfort.

Written at home.