I never thought I would reach one hundred posts. I want to say that I am quite surprised with myself and this feat of mine. Honestly, I'm sitting here wondering how I even managed to 'maintain' it. It definitely doesn't have the slightest semblance to what it was originally supposed to be. I still remember that moment at the wedding. People were dancing and being lively, while I sat in the shadows like Gollum, resolute to map out my entire life on this online diary.
These days, people are never content with the answer "No reason". They prefer to eat lies or excuses instead. Oh, why am I not going to join you for lunch you ask?
Would a better answer be that my fleeting depression is making my brain crave a food induced dopamine-hit, and that I don't want to submit to my own mind? I'd rather just not say anything.
Not being around people does give me ample time to write a new post so, depression has its perks I guess.
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