Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Status update: Blank and withered.
Opening up a blank page such as this, and suddenly all the words swirling around in my head simply freeze up and evaporate. The truth is: I haven't anything new to add to the world using my words, here. I am simply the same - exhausted as usual, lack of emotion except some sadness, feeling reclusive, finding it hard to smile. The same old.
I am going back into my figurative cave now. I really don't feel like talking to anyone, because it would mean I would have to fake common courtesy, use energy I don't have, pretend to be alive when inside I feel withered. Whatever cheekiness I present to the world when I do, it is a mask. Comedy masks depression, but, you already know that.