Really

I need to get a handle on the compulsive micro purchases. Really. Stop.

I need to get out of the house more.

I need to let go of regret.

I need to heal.

I need to exercise.

I need to close my eyes and sleep.

Is this therapeutic, making my journal public? Or am I censoring myself? Or over-dramatizing my ennui or angst or whatever? Or distorting? Or... not writing enough? Or not being spontaneous enough?

It will be all right. Things are, on the whole, better than ever. But I really need to get out of the house.