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I've just been sitting here, staring at this blank, white box where I'm supposed to type my post.
And I have nothing to say. Oh, I could talk about how uni's been, or how I've gained weight, or a million trivial, trivial things. But I don't want to. I have so much I'm currently feeling, but it would be so meaningless to write it out. Because it won't change anything and at the end of the day what would I have accomplished? Nothing. I wouldn't feel any better, I wouldn't feel any worse. This situation is of my own making. Not entirely, but I know it is, at least mostly. And so writing it out, as much as there is that I want, so badly to just talk about, won't help. This is kind of rambly and I doubt anyone would be interested, but. I just needed to talk. To what end, I don't know, but it helps I guess.
hmm nah it didn't, not really. I'm still as confused as ever. Oh, Siewjean. Why. Just, why.
And I have nothing to say. Oh, I could talk about how uni's been, or how I've gained weight, or a million trivial, trivial things. But I don't want to. I have so much I'm currently feeling, but it would be so meaningless to write it out. Because it won't change anything and at the end of the day what would I have accomplished? Nothing. I wouldn't feel any better, I wouldn't feel any worse. This situation is of my own making. Not entirely, but I know it is, at least mostly. And so writing it out, as much as there is that I want, so badly to just talk about, won't help. This is kind of rambly and I doubt anyone would be interested, but. I just needed to talk. To what end, I don't know, but it helps I guess.
hmm nah it didn't, not really. I'm still as confused as ever. Oh, Siewjean. Why. Just, why.