Yeah. So I've started writing again. It isn't anything pony but it's still writing nonetheless. I recently reread this crime/suspense novel about this psychotic serial rapist/murderer and I got to thinking, "Maybe I should try something like this."
So I'm thinking of quitting my current job and trying to find something else. My level of dissatisfaction with my job has reached new lows and I just can't see how my minimal pay is really worth it anymore. I'm angry at management and I get angry at customers and I'm constantly dreading going back the next day and I'm depressed and it sucks and I hate it and I just don't think any amount of money
When I log on, I like to go around and take peeks at old faces and posters who I used to know back in the day only to find that they've either retired or vanished without a trace. It feels like visiting a group of old friends only to realize all I see are tombstones. And I suddenly feel very old and lonely.
I feel a little guilty for having left The House on Mayberry Hill alone for so long. It's not something I enjoy. Writing used to be so fun. I wonder when/how/why it turned into a chore. I remember sitting in front of my computer for hours just typing away at something. I'd be so enveloped in what I'd write that I'd become disconnected from the real world. Writing was so much fun. I wonder why I
So it's been a month since I last wrote a blog post about something. Partially due to not being able to think of anything to write and also because I've been incredibly bored and whenever I get very bored, I get all "blah".
Congratulations!
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