I haven't posted in a long while. Unless you count two days ago, which I don't, because it was horribly written. I think I've burned out. I have no energy nor any desire to do anything. I'm tired all the time, I feel sick all the time, and everyone's existence is annoying me.
Don't worry, it's not you, it's me.
I can't write, though I have ideas. They end up getting lost in my mind. Of late, I can't seem to articulate my thoughts at all, let alone type them up nicely.
Writing is exhausting if you're doing it right, no matter how talented of a writer you are.
Realizations that are irritating me (I have to write something today...): <-- inadvertent frown.
- I make annoying sounds when I'm bored.
- I cringe when I step into sunlight.
- I put Twitter on my phone to trick my brain into thinking I get texted a lot.
- I carry around an annoying, little notebook in my back pocket.
- I wear ear plugs in my house.
- I occasionally take off my glasses just because I'm tired of the heavy frames slipping off my face.
- I write letters to people that aren't here.
- I hate that I still log onto Facebook.
- I purposely ignore people most of the time.
- I like to think I am clever.
- I clench my jaw when I type.
- I get so angry when Bruno Mars pops up in my Pandora stations.
- I know that I'm allergic to a metal in necklace chains, but I continue to wear them.
My brain is fried.
This computer screen dries my eyes.
Love, I have burned out. Enjoy the blank pages.
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