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The Grand Finale
Yeah, I don't type/write/record anything in this journal anymore because I think I'm past the typical teenage angst phase. Besides, there's not much to type anyway. Everything is very typical nowadays and I'm getting used to the mundane fortification of a routine life. There's some word play for you literature fans. See if you can interpret my meaning. Ha. I guess I'm sort of borderline pessimistic at this point especially after seeing how the world is and how it's become. Although there are parts of me that still remain optimistic. I'm sort of like Darth Vader, bad on the outside, good on the inside. This is probably one of the longest postings I've come up with in a while. I haven't felt the need to enter stuff into this "journal" and I sort of feel that whatever I put in here shouldn't be for the world to see. The fact that people seldom leave comments makes me think that nobody reads this. And I'm probably typing this just for myself anyway. But oh well, whether or not people read this shouldn't be among my concerns. Frankly, I shouldn't be giving a damn what people think. I think I'm actually going to abandon this once and for all. It doesn't seem to be giving me any satisfaction. I hope I've properly conveyed the mood of this post. If you all are so curious as to the happenings of my life, you can read a "semi-journal" at my Deviant Art page. Here's the adress. I know some of you want me to end this with a bang. But....