on a long trek, the narrator jabs his middle fingernail into his thumb when he'd think negative thoughts. he would do this sometimes until his finger bled. it would remind him of his negative thoughts and keep him in a better disposition.
i think i should adopt this philosophy. the negative aspects of my life circle my soul like buzzards waiting for last flicker of movement, the last sense of life's rebellion. i can feel myself slipping into the negative - day by day.
i won't try to sound positive. this whole situation is ruining so much.