cracka’jack
I haven’t had the need to vent lately. No, that’s a lie. Yes, I’ve been dejecting myself from venting. Whenever I start a post, I simply save it in my drafts (currently home to 63 posts collecting dust). I guess me staying shallow and ignorant for a while just caused me to implode. I also assume that my investmests made on my “ignorance is bliss” motto just retaliated and decided to put me on my knees and finally knock me off my high horse. Soon, when I find the dignity to leave blogging out of this confusion, I’ll be on my bed. I’ll be laying straight, disregarding comfort, looking up at a pitch black atmosphere, searching for answers to questions I don’t even have. Damn this dreaded night.
