So, I was thinking about actually writing a book. The only thing is, people say that you should write what you know and the only thing I know is my thoughts, and some other random facts like how snails can sleep for up to three years if they so wish. And who wants to read that suit? I mean, who even has the time? I know it's ridiculous for me to say this in a blog of my never-ending thoughts, that I have convinced myself people read. I know of some that do, and they're all fucking awesome people. I have moved past my anger and hatred now, and am feeling decidedly optimistic about life.
Watching a movie of scariness so I had better off go.
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