I Hate This.
It’s like hunting ghosts. It’s like eating in dreams. It’s like climbing a mountain and still being at the bottom, and then doing it again just in case it’s different this time.
Online. Isn’t that a prison term? Or is that “walk the line”?
This is not a life. It’s barely even the mirage of a life. It sucks the life out of life in exchange for an empty promise.
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I wrote a post late last night and deleted it because it was churlish, ungrateful, insatiable, and inhospitable. If someone saw it at that late hour, and I hope not, know that it was intended for you least of all.
Ambiance 