I keep debating with myself about religious things, but only in the off hours. Mostly, it happens in those few minutes before I fall asleep or in the few hazy moments before I come into full consciousness in the morning. Aside from that, I think nothing on it. Not really.
I’ve been debating with myself, heavily, about whether or not I should sell my herbs and cauldron off. I don’t need them and I know I won’t use them ever again. It will also clear out space. I feel bad that I spent all of this money on herbs and on the mason jars to hold them in, but those things aren’t for me anymore.
I’m depressed and saddened by these revelations. I feel like I’ve lost my childhood.