I trying to remember why I started this thing. I suppose it to practice writing again; it's honestly been so long and feels a bit awkward and foreign. Picked up Vonnegut's The Sirens of Titan yesterday again, I forgot how funny he portrays everything in his writing. Maybe life was a sick joke to him, but he told the punchline well.
It's funny how it's only when you don't get something you really want it. Women seem more interested in me when I am less interested in them. Ego are so easily broken.
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