Things are hard. I wrote that in my last journal.

Life's ups and downs got me dizzy.

I want desperately to put something here that is meaningful,

but what I came to say is that I'm struggling tonight.

I know what I want to say.

But there is something in the way.

Some unnamed, untamed emotion.

Strange.

I'll try anyway.

Wish me luck fellow Dead Astronauts and Monsters.

I travel to where the rot flowers bloom in the light of the moon.