I want to write a blog post.
But my mind is too bizarre.
My head feels like an overlarge turnip
Inside a small glass jar.
River says, "You are ten years too late writing a blog." Well, that may be, but I want a place to express my thoughts that is not defined by character limits, or is just another snippet in the massive feed of data vomit on someone's wall. So, better late than never. Ironically, this description maxes out at 500 characters.
This year... was a long one. At the beginning of last year, while physically I was not much different from how I am now (something I plan ...
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