JANUARY 3, 2019

Fresh out of blankity blanks to write lately. Which infuriates me because I have so much to write about. I guess they call this writer's block? It sucks. I can't even do art.

I'm so over winter. I need something other than barren landscape & grey.

I hate grey.

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