This blog is no fun, no life, but vapid. I am losing the drive to type out sentences to keep this page alive. The hype has all dissipated. Me, former member of a gang of miscreants who swore never to own a blog, yielded to the powers of the internet and was thus shunned from my gang members. Now, regret just comes gushing through the open dam gates. Life IS littered with regret isn't it? The What-Ifs, and the Should-Haves and all that ... This surfeit of cynicism is dreary, I should stop.
Things that have happened in the past two months or so, are like an illusion, a phantasmagoria of some sort ... Leaving me with almost certain doubt that all was a figment of my rather excitatory imagination, and a mere creation of my deranged mind. Were all that engulfed me then, chimerical?

-->Majandra Delfino - Bruises<--

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