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It's really quite funny. For years, I've been trying to share my interests with Tiffany. Now that we're broken up, she's suddenly reading books I reccomend, and watching Serial Experiments Lain with me...
I have not been myself lately, rather a zombie, going through the motions. Instead of a complex dynamic of personalities, I am stuck with one, and because it's only a facet, it isn't who I am.
It bothers me, but I can't seem to emerge from behind the plastic wrapper. I think it's a shield, protecting me from what hurts. But I don't like it. My writing is suffering terribly. I don't think about what I want to write next during the day, then when I sit down to write I have nothing.
This lack of productivity hurts, and the only thing for it is to wait it out. I suck at waiting. I'm the guy who will put stuff back up at the grocery store and leave if the lines are too long.
I have not been myself lately, rather a zombie, going through the motions. Instead of a complex dynamic of personalities, I am stuck with one, and because it's only a facet, it isn't who I am.
It bothers me, but I can't seem to emerge from behind the plastic wrapper. I think it's a shield, protecting me from what hurts. But I don't like it. My writing is suffering terribly. I don't think about what I want to write next during the day, then when I sit down to write I have nothing.
This lack of productivity hurts, and the only thing for it is to wait it out. I suck at waiting. I'm the guy who will put stuff back up at the grocery store and leave if the lines are too long.