Despite the Thor's Day weather (i.e. outrageous day-long storm) and the nine hours I spent disintegrating in a secluded room with my pessimistic thoughts for dear company, I feel like blogging because I don't know, I'm happy now. I just got this message from one of the CW people and I was genuinely happy over what that person said. And I really don't think I've laughed that much the whole summer.
I have a lot to think about regarding that but I think this post is enough for anything CW. I should stop the CW thing. It doesn't belong here. The CW's in this sentence would be the last CW in this blog. I'd rather not be obsessed with something that's far out of my reach. And it barely exists now. We've all graduated and gone back to our lives.
Anyway.
I think I'll never be able to make anything as truthful as my previous post. Emotionally plethoric is what is. You don't know what sort of fulfillment I earned after getting it done. It's fine by me if nobody understands whatever I thought I had put in there, but I could swear on myself that post is going to be the heart of this blog, if there's such a thing.
That post just summarizes who I am now--some insecure kid resorting to journal-keeping because there's really nothing else for her. Every sort of bad thought I could recall just rushed over me, I guess, and I reacted. I'm not much of a happy person. I spent the aforementioned nine hours with those looming over my head. The rain was just a lovely prop to my rueful state. It's a wonder why I'm still here.
I'll stop me from typing further. This post doesn't look like a post. But hey, an idea just came up now and I want to pursue it before I forget. I apologize for this haphazard post. Good night.
I have a lot to think about regarding that but I think this post is enough for anything CW. I should stop the CW thing. It doesn't belong here. The CW's in this sentence would be the last CW in this blog. I'd rather not be obsessed with something that's far out of my reach. And it barely exists now. We've all graduated and gone back to our lives.
Anyway.
I think I'll never be able to make anything as truthful as my previous post. Emotionally plethoric is what is. You don't know what sort of fulfillment I earned after getting it done. It's fine by me if nobody understands whatever I thought I had put in there, but I could swear on myself that post is going to be the heart of this blog, if there's such a thing.
That post just summarizes who I am now--some insecure kid resorting to journal-keeping because there's really nothing else for her. Every sort of bad thought I could recall just rushed over me, I guess, and I reacted. I'm not much of a happy person. I spent the aforementioned nine hours with those looming over my head. The rain was just a lovely prop to my rueful state. It's a wonder why I'm still here.
I'll stop me from typing further. This post doesn't look like a post. But hey, an idea just came up now and I want to pursue it before I forget. I apologize for this haphazard post. Good night.
