Fuck. I've been Quarantined since March. So much time to do anything. So many goals I could've achieved. But I'm not going to sit here and regret how I spent my time. I don't want to blame myself. I can't. Not if I want to move forward. My depression isn't a joke, if it was, I'd have a better laugh. I need to talk to people if I want to be happy. I have to talk to people. But for now, it is a matter of forcing myself to be happy. Two sets of pushups, every morning. Two sets of poems, every morning. Three sets of telling myself yesterday doesn't matter, I can only only change tomorrow. As long as I do it today.