269/365 05/18/2026

I felt like there was something I was supposed to be doing. A small tightness would settle in my chest, and a small dread would creep up into the back of my brain, and I would swear something was missing. Some small thing has going forgotten, and as it sat in some small, dark corner of the not-doing, it would fester and grow, going from a small nothing into a massive something that would burst forth from the forgotten and let itself be known as it romped and wrecked its way through my life.