I'm bored with my blog.
At the time, they haunted me. Granted me restless nights. Now though, I wish I still had insanely twisted, adventurous and realistic dreams. Just so I would have something to write about. Something exciting.
When I started this, I admired my own mind. Maybe it's because I was so depressed and constantly reveled in my own thoughts. Therefore, I was extremely familiar with my opinions and thinking tangents. I enjoy the happiness, but I miss thinking so deeply. I just had a lot of alone time to use up.
Alone time.
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