unfinished thought
I fear for myself. I slowly see myself deteriorate, slowly feel worms of doubts, negativity, and foolishness eating me away. It is painstaking. I want to fight back, and I definitely know how to plot a winning ploy but I lost all intents and will to do so. I am fearing but I do nothing to eradicate it. I watch on the sideline as I wait for the doomsday to finally appear. *unfinished
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My posts are nonexistent in the past days, blame it on the quick note Multiply has added into their list of applications. If before i have to come up with hundreds of words to express how i feel, these days, the game is the shorter the better. It makes me dull and better at the same time.
If there is anything i have to do immediately, it is to go back into writing. My claws got too dull already, it will take me days before i get them back in shape again.
Im trying, im trying. Im trying so damn hard.
