About the only feeling I can ascribe to myself right now is tired. Well, that’s not even right… worn out, perhaps? Exhausted? It’s some shade in between, and I’m too neutral to care about it. That isn’t to say that I’m poorly or that the bipolar is dancing a cruel dance on my brain… I’m just here, and here is quiet and still. I generally can’t complain about such. And I’m not now, though I do sigh slightly at how leaden I feel. Is it a lingering sickness? Most likely.
But all in all, it is existing. It will suffice for now.