Frustration.

People mock me. The yurt commune is a dream. I lay in bed all day. Walking to the library to write the blog is misery. Why do I continue to write my plans when all I hear is the sound of people snickering. Losing hope. I am getting tired. I want to rest, look at the stars and dream. Is it worth my time to blog about something that no one will read?

The yurt commune will become one.