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It's reached the point where I'm not even angry about it anymore. If I post anything here, I have to remember that it's just a message in a bottle, it's going out there into the teemless sea and odds are that nobody will ever see it all. Spending time or emotional energy on writing something, as I did the other day, is an act of absolutely pointless self-indulgence. Whatever I once got out of doing this, it's over and it ain't coming back.
This thing isn't fun. It isn't helpful. It isn't healthy. It's a minor addiction, a pygmy marmoset on my back, and even the quick Googling I did for "world's smallest monkey" to help me add a little flavor into this sentence was totally wasted effort.
At this point this thing only serves to make me even more unhappy. And it must stop.
This thing isn't fun. It isn't helpful. It isn't healthy. It's a minor addiction, a pygmy marmoset on my back, and even the quick Googling I did for "world's smallest monkey" to help me add a little flavor into this sentence was totally wasted effort.
At this point this thing only serves to make me even more unhappy. And it must stop.