I feel horrid this day. The heat has seeped into my being. And if that weren't enough, I now contemplate other outlandish, even delusional ideas and fallacies as I let them be.
I'm forsaking the few friends I have left right now aren't I?
They're sitting there wondering if I still exist online. Others yet who don't remember me anymore. A few rare individuals who genuinely miss me. They'll think I'm just in a bad mood and they would be correct in their supposition. I am in poor spirits. For the melancholy seeps into one's heart and causes even memories that were previously pleasant to sour and fade into angered oblivion.
Angered oblivion? I don't even recognize what I type anymore. Yes I'm in a semi-dazed state at the present. Memories of the near past are lucid and non-standing. I am likewise only in a semi-state of lucidity. Wait is that even a word?
And in case you were wondering, no I'm not intoxicated/high. Note how my spelling is very-decent. I am actually doing a valid attempt at checking to see if my key strokes are working as they are meant to. Which is of course to say that as I type this, my eyes are closed and my fingers are darting along the keyboard with my persona hope that they will strike upon the keyes as I need them to. I'll admit to the casual glance and check to make sure the keys I'm doing are hitting properly. It's responsible to do so I would suspect. After all what could be said of such a meaning/fashion that would nt be by any other man who was to touch the words as they were.
Mr. House won tonight. He finally got the alnd he deserved. i do appologize as my left pinky is having issues with sensitivity. I suspect it has something to do with how my hands are angled on this keyboard that is propped up.
I blindly type some more, a few words here and a few more there. Just enough to get past what I need to. It's that sort of meaning that I leave to my loves. To the people that I care most about.
There's one dork that I need to let goi of. He doesn't love me anymore. I wonder if he did at all. I must stop thinking it was all a lie. It wasn't. Instead it was a fleeting romance.
A romance is the courting of one member of a species by/to another. I do not act as the one who is to say that which is. But I would think that Destiny has pages for me yet. It's as such that I have to keep trying to find something cure my moodlet. Something practical. Yes. That'd be nice.
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