In rebuttal to my writer's block, I renounced the idea that my blog has to be perfect. Flaws find their way into my marred way of life.
Time is ticking away. I need more, and to abet to my limits, I wake up earlier, but it's not enough. It's never enough.
Disappointing, but I really don't have anything to say.
But do not, in any way, convince yourselves that this writers block indicates the contentment with my life.
Fact Of The Day: Lately, I've been expressing myself through horrible artworks on the sides of notes. Joy.
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