October 30, 2024
I'm not sure about anything but it's nothing new. I've never been. How do I explain this? I have a burning desire to write but I can't find anything.... I want to draw but it's too heavy... I can't... I'm running away..to where? From what? I don't know.
Like what Sylvia said, I can't read and I can't write or anything.... I'm not even sad or anything.. that's what pisses me off more. I'm totally fine except for the fact that I'm running away.... I'm afraid to continue.... The ellipsis....life has pretty much become ellipsis... always trailing....
Nonsense, life is nonsense.
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A LISTLESS JOURNAL
Non-FictionHaste grumbles about wasteful life. (Idiotic and nonsensical)
