I could tell about my day, but frankly, there's never too much to tell about. It goes into minute, pointless details which I don't care about.

I could go into love. But I'm not in love, and I have no desire to be in love, so that's a no-no.

I could talk about stifling depression. But the thing is my depression is very apathetic. Whatever. If I said anything about it, it would be a lie.

I could talk about current events. Or I could NOT.

I could explain the invigorating things I went out and did. If there were any.

I've never really wrote long, drawn-out entries. It's always been too hard for me.

And I'm better than you. Not all of you. Just one in particular.
prev
next
archive