Friday, August 16, 2024

rant.

I'm alive. (I'm telling this to myself.) 

I know I haven't paid this blog my usual depressing visit in a while, but I'm around. Trying to protect my mind from the thoughts that reappear like that adamant zit every time I think they are gone.

I have lots to say, but don't have the energy to collect my thoughts and write. I'm currently working as I'm writing this, because I'm feeling quite low. Like, any moment if someone asks, 'How are you?' I might crumble down into tears and despair.

Anyway... will continue later. unable to write.

 


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