I walk around all day with prose in my head. Titles that will never be written.

i bore myself sometimes.

and it's strange, because i don't really know how i do it. i have all these internal itches for productivity, but end up too lazy or too . . . unbelieving . . . to do anything about them. it's like i live in a constant daydream, hoping for things to happen, but never actually believe that they will. i don't know why i don't give myself any credit.