this is the time of year when I start to question everything, well not everything-everything as that would take too long. But minor things like Tumblr and Tumblr and my writing at Tumblr, and Tumblr censorship, and Tumblr generally, and my feedback on Tumblr Beta software which goes completely unnoticed, and Tumblr, DID I MENTION TUMBLR?, …
(note to self: enter=new paragraph)
I miss my old self, the creation I managed in my head. Of Normality. Of just getting on with everything.ย
#define EVERY_THING (NULL)
#define LIFE_PROSPECT EVERY_THING
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life.c:42 me – undefined type, assuming int
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I will not continue
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The tax man cometh (swords swords fucking swords)
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the boiler is the blink
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I will not persist
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I wish I could pretend again
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that all is well
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that all is as it
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should be…
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it is that time again
where the end draws
near
