This morning, for about the zillionth time in a row, I wrote about half an entry, realized how pointless and boring and stupid it was, then deleted it.
So I am writing, I'm just not writing anything that provides any interest whatsoever. Not even to myself.
I am (holding two fingers about an inch apart) this close to imploding. To becoming a singularity from which nothing can escape.
This 'blog is supposed to be an outlet for me, but it's not supposed to be this hard to squeeze my thoughts out. Reminds me of an old poem.
Here I sit, broken hearted. Tried to shit, but only farted.