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It's been a month and a half since I last wrote any Fiction. I suppose that's part of the reasons I miss the depression. It's so hard to write when there's nothing behind it.
At any rate, there's something behind this one. A mood, if nothing else. It's odd, because without intending it, it corresponds rather well with Romance 10. I can't really judge the execution, because I'm tired and too depressed to muster much else.
It's odd, this mood. It's not profoundly the result of anything. And it makes me think the depression is more innate than triggered. Which I kind of like. Because it makes me feel "real." I'm just sorry it's felt alone.
But there's an entire summer with nights just like this. I spent last summer starting on a high note, flowing, falling, then fighting. This one looks to be much more flow. And much more lovely. At least, one cap hope.
At any rate, there's something behind this one. A mood, if nothing else. It's odd, because without intending it, it corresponds rather well with Romance 10. I can't really judge the execution, because I'm tired and too depressed to muster much else.
It's odd, this mood. It's not profoundly the result of anything. And it makes me think the depression is more innate than triggered. Which I kind of like. Because it makes me feel "real." I'm just sorry it's felt alone.
But there's an entire summer with nights just like this. I spent last summer starting on a high note, flowing, falling, then fighting. This one looks to be much more flow. And much more lovely. At least, one cap hope.