I'm so behind. I'm always behind. It's become the norm, what I expect. Always thinking a day ahead, always a day behind. Reading away any discomfort until I forget I have a life at all and that there's something beyond paper and ink.
Okay, maybe I'm only feeling this so strongly right now because I'm coming down with a cold, and yesterday was an insanely long day, and I got in an argument today, and I finished my three day short story that started dark and ended darker, and I did almost nothing else worthwhile all day.
I just feel guilty. Because I owe you guys more; you all deserve better. Your comments deserve replies; your attention deserves my attention. And I can't give my time to you the way I want to, I can't give my mind, I can't give my thoughts the way I wish. If I told you how many comments alone I have sitting in my inbox, you'd probably get angry. If I told you how many replies. If I told you how many journals, ho