Okay, this will be quick since I might get a little WB later if I don’t post this..
But then again, what will I write/type/say?
Ugh. This is totally like talking to people in person. No, not that kind. You know, that type wherein you meet someone knew and since you happen to be jogging at that moment and all you can talk about is how sticky the weather is but then when you do talk about that you just suddenly zone in into your selfish individual and you just want to get back to running. I mean, jogging?? This sort of feels like that in a very strange way..
The power of Writer’s block has been infused in my veins for quite a long time now that I can’t even imagine that I’m still typing..