this is the blandest page i've made to date!

it's always around the colder seasons where i find myself in a weird limbo of caring too much yet too little about anything and everything. my thoughts have been structured in such a dramatic manner it's almost cringeworthy. everything matters a little more than necessary and every minor inconvenience thrown my way becomes some kind of philosophical dilemma. you might just find me sat outside like The Thinker.

with stagnant living up to its name, i've been trying to journal more. articulating how i feel and what's going on in my life in coherent sentences is helpful, sort of. though, to be honest, breaking my emotions down makes me feel worse than simply expressing them. dissecting my brain and having it presented to me in a tangible form, written with a negative bias, is not exactly healthy. but it's ironic, considering all of this. buuut then again, i refuse to censor myself or my thoughts. this digital diary of sorts won't be full of self-deprecating vents. i'm tackling my problems, i promise!

i'm going bouldering with some friends in a few hours. the physical ache after exercising is something i look forward to.