#bhmhh check

I think I'm back to having no one.

I've discovered how much I hate lockdowns. And how intimidating and scary they are. Sure, its kind of quiet for once, which is nice. But after a little while, the quiet becomes too much. Almost deafening.

At least the baby's coming soon. And Ris is gonna be out of there, whether she believes it or not. This time next year, we'll be all together, happy and healthy. Maybe we'll have an apartment, maybe a house. I'll let her go to school before I do, because I know she has more plans for her future work-wise. Maybe I'll be a stay-at-home dad. The idea's pretty comforting.

I don't see the point in being forced into writing in this. Do you people honestly think that I am actually going to write how I'm feeling in here? If I was going to keep a journal, it would be a private one. I prefer my thoughts to be kept private.