Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
'The Good Times Are Killing Me' - Modest Mouse
So I decided to just post this as is because after not writing for a year, the stilted attempts at trying seemed like they deserved a place. So let's see if I can stick with it this time. (ed. note, added on 9/11/11)
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Again I have failed in my writing for absurdly long durations. I came back every few months in the hopes of starting again, but I found that I didn't really want to write about the things that were on my mind. And by the time things had started resolving themselves, I had completely gotten out of the habit of even trying to put pen to paper, or finger to key.
As is normally the case, I'm just going to pretend most of the events that I never wrote about simply didn't happen, because trying to catch up would take far more time than I have here, and it seems most people tend to already know the major events that have enveloped me from time to time.
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The lies that we tell ourselves are nowhere near as frightening as the truth can be. Gabriel, that truly was appropriate given where in my head I was during various times the past week or so. I attempted to write this a few times over the past week but really didn't know how to explain my problem. I'm not sure I do now either.
I originally wrote this opening at the beginning of June. It was at that point that I just stopped writing altogether. It was completely forgotten until I came back to write again now after almost six months and noticed a draft still saved. How fitting that again I've had a week that has put me in a strange place, though for mostly different reasons.
