13 Apr 2017 - What To Do

Hello. 

 Day 49 on Lexapro. I got my first month of 20mg tablets today. 

 Mood: 5. 

 I don't have anything to report on today, not really. Some things were thought about, but they aren't contemplated thoroughly enough to share. 

 A small and very angry skink is hanging from my finger as I write this. His name is Toothless and I will keep him for a few days before setting him free in the forest. 
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only thing I've got left to feel

 13 Apr 2017

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