It seems to me that this is the best place to write when I really need to.
Even when I've neglected it for almost half a year.
Exhaustion, disappointment, and polyurethane fumes. Bad mix.
I hate the bitter taste of disappointment in my mouth.
Hate the ugly face of belligerence in my presence.
. . . and now I'm interrupted. Why must life scorn me to such an extent?
Ah, I guess my life is not so horrid; so unfair. Just now it feels that every drop of rain exists solely to fall upon my head. But this is attitude is foolish and I am well aware. To continue in such a mentality would lower me to nothing beyond a common teenager. Let me rest. Let me sleep. Let my dreams chase away all that is troublesome or frightening, and perhaps I will return in the morn to better outline my complaints. I am sorry to the Internet for my intermittent postings; my childish whines.
Maybe some good will spring forth.Maybe I will grow.
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