This life is too busy for me. I can't keep up with all of these events. There's too much going on. Too much to cram in my little head. Too much that I don't comprehend.
I've tried to write more, but it hasn't worked out. It all turns out the same. The same themes. The same obscurity. The same "ghosts." But I don't know what these ghosts are. Well, that's not exactly true. I do know. I just can't describe them.
That's a lie, too. I can. I just don't want to. At least, not right now.
I doubt anyone reads this. Well, maybe it'll provide good entertainment on those early morning crises that I seem to have so frequently. Because I'm so fucking pretentious.
Oh, well.
This is my life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
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It's not ending one minute at a time.
It's beginning one minute at a time.
And I read your blog. Sorry if that's weird, but I really do love your writing. I love your brain. Please don't forget about me when I'm away at PCC.
It's not weird at all. I enjoy giving that to people. It's the entire reason why I started the blog in the first place.
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