There will beauty from my pain.

I haven’t written anything in days.
I haven’t done anything in days.
(Oh, well, I did get my tattoo, but that was the highlight.)
I suppose I’m in one of those funks where it seems like your life has stopped. This always tends to happen to me around big events (such as my birthday).
It feels like time slows down to an inconceivable crawl in the period before the event; I always expect my life to sort of start over afterwards too. As if it were like hitting the “refresh” button.
I don’t know what I’m saying.
I guess I just felt obligated to post something.