Today was rough.
There were times when I was just sitting there, realising that the past had no meaning other than random pangs of pain from memories from those who hurt me, and that the future was not worth it to look at.
It didn't help that I was reading Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys, and was at the part where Fat Charlie was prevented from reaching home by Spider, where the latter took the opportunity to... get fresh with the former's fiancée.
That made me irrationally angry.
I'm feeling a bit better as I write this, but that dark cloud still hovers nearby.
I know, because I can feel it.
Anyway, perhaps it is time to do some mindless click booming with Ghostlore.
Sorry this entry is this short. Till the next update.
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