I already feel like I have to blog. I mean I did start this blog to make myself write more. To make myself deal with the inner workings of my psyche, but it already feels so forced to me.
I am sitting here trying to think of something to write about, something to say, something important or entertaining, or at the very least - not completely useless. But then I remembered that I was "blogging", and I don't even know what that means. So to sit here and try and give it meaning could be construed as Satanic. Or chaotic. Or Anarchatic. And I'm sure thats not even a word.
Words, Words, Words. Thats it. Words, Words, Words.
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