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So...this is what it feels like to be just like everyone else.
I really am feeling quite apathetic tonight. I don't know what it is. Like everything around me has some sort of surreal quality to it. And dammit, I can't even write. What the fuck?
My usual eloquence aside, please bear in mind that this journal, for all intensive purposes, is dedicated to ME, and bettering myself, by which I mean the development of my writing skill. So, if you're wondering why I can spend an entire paragraph talking about an artificial hemorhoid, or some other Godless topic which will never interest you, remember that I never coerced you into visiting this site, and glued your eyelids open so you could squint through my dipshit font and absorb every word.
If you found that harsh, it's only because I can think of nothing else to write. To come (soon?): my avatar, an article on either the superficiality of human nature, the bureaucratic mentality of my school, or maybe a good old fashioned bitch.
And hopefully, the next one won't sound so British.
I really am feeling quite apathetic tonight. I don't know what it is. Like everything around me has some sort of surreal quality to it. And dammit, I can't even write. What the fuck?
My usual eloquence aside, please bear in mind that this journal, for all intensive purposes, is dedicated to ME, and bettering myself, by which I mean the development of my writing skill. So, if you're wondering why I can spend an entire paragraph talking about an artificial hemorhoid, or some other Godless topic which will never interest you, remember that I never coerced you into visiting this site, and glued your eyelids open so you could squint through my dipshit font and absorb every word.
If you found that harsh, it's only because I can think of nothing else to write. To come (soon?): my avatar, an article on either the superficiality of human nature, the bureaucratic mentality of my school, or maybe a good old fashioned bitch.
And hopefully, the next one won't sound so British.