that's a lie.
i've had a lot to say.
but they're things that would be cheapened by being put on a blog, like yourself.
bless your heart.
but don't take it personally, blog.
i haven't been able to say anything to anyone. anything of importance, anyway.
i mostly ramble on about nothing remotely related to what i want to say to people, and walk away feeling empty.
or, even worse, i just stay silent.
but articulation has never been a strength of mine.
and the way i'm headed, it looks like it never will be.
also. PLEASE. read east of eden by john steinbeck. it will take you in and keep you with it for a long time, nice and warm and wondering between the pages. i'm only halfway through and it is a beautiful thing.
the calculation -- regina spektor
the wrote and the writ -- laura marling
one more time with feeling -- regina spektor
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