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I can't bring myself to get psyched up for NaNo this year. I have absolutely nothing to write about. I thought about just writing my 50k words in my journal as regular entries, and calling it NaBloPoMo or whatever, but I don't even want that hanging over my head.
Sometimes, I don't love writing at all. It makes me kind of sad to remember what joy it's brought me in the past, and what a thorough escape it's always been for me, and compare that to how I feel now, which is pretty much summed up with "eh."
I feel "eh" about pretty much everything these days. Except the things that make me very angry, or very sad.
And I don't really have anything else to say right now.
Sometimes, I don't love writing at all. It makes me kind of sad to remember what joy it's brought me in the past, and what a thorough escape it's always been for me, and compare that to how I feel now, which is pretty much summed up with "eh."
I feel "eh" about pretty much everything these days. Except the things that make me very angry, or very sad.
And I don't really have anything else to say right now.
