[36] What To Say?
What am I doing these days? Hm. Well, I smoke a Camel, eat cough drops and drink C2 by the gallon every time I come home from school. I listen to the same songs on repeat and wear my hair the same way three days in a row. I eat a slice of pizza, a fruit by the foot, and drink a small carton of chocolate milk for lunch. That's pretty much what I'm doing these days. There's my update. Are you proud or what?
Diaries really aren't what they're cracked up to be. For some reason, when I clicked on the 'sign up' button I felt so excited at the prospect of having a diary again.
And now I don't know what to write. It's not as if I don't have any thoughts or feelings. In fact, I think it's the exact opposite. I have so many that I don't even know how to put them down. I don't know how to express myself anymore.
It sounds crazy. It sounds stupid. It sounds lame. I know that. A pelican can probably put his thoughts into words.
But somehow I can't. Not right now. Not this instant.
And until I can, I'm not sure whether writing really has a point.
Until we meet again.
[Which will probably be in a couple of days anyway.]
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