I very rarely find myself with nothing to write about. sometimes I'm so full of thoughts they positively burst out of my brain on the the keyboard in an incredibly graphic and disturbing display of creativity.
uh... anyway.
The point is, tonight I don't have anything on my mind that I want to write about. Bone dry. This must be what its like for dusty old boring people who only think about shopping lists and money to stack up in their bank and do nothing with.
I once told myself that no one person will dictate the contentedness of my life.
But today, or tonight rather, I am discontented. I plan to set fire to it. I shall set fire to my discontent.
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