I’m going against the rules of blogging by posting 3 things in a row rather than scheduling. Fuck it. I broke the rules of the internet. It’s like when I edited someone’s Wikipedia article to say they did conjuring tricks and all hell descended on me. Or like when I deigned to ask a general question on stack overflow.
I feel low.
I feel like I’m not where it’s at. My writing is lame. The internet has passed me by. I have nothing of value to say.
So what. I can still breathe. I can still write if my writing is only important to me. Empty you can go on. The way is empty.
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Was thinking about the Brontes. Those little paths on Haworth Moor. As my gran says “atmospheric”. But we probably romanticise the Brontes.
Better cook tea.
