Sometimes

I think I should make an “And” for “And” and write all the stupid things that come to my mind in it. Make it closed so that only I can read it.

I used to not understand why people keep closed diaries if no one can read them. At 35 I understood – but I don’t need to write down my thoughts, because my destructive thoughts are always with me. There are children who build sandcastles, there are children who knock down other children’s sandcastles. I am the child who runs on the beach and destroys the sand. The castles don’t even have time to appear.