I am blaming the weather for this melancholy. I wish I could use this feeling and write beautifully depressing poetry like I used to. Okay, maybe mine were not beautiful larr. Unfortunately people were worried. Unnecessarily. It’s not like I am going to poke my eyes with chopsticks and bleed to death, thank you very much.
Now it’s difficult to even finish two sentences of what I write. Blogging included. *sighs*
I wonder what other “ability” I would lose as I get older. *imagination runs wild*
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