My blog is slowly dying. I cannot help it. It is bloody difficult to find something to write when all the days are endless repititions of themselves. There's only so much you can write about a new office, which, incidentally, is not exactly new anymore as I've been working here for SEVEN freakin' months. When I read my earlier posts, I well and truly want to delete them or cover them in a layer of slimy puke. The sheer volume of lovestruck, pining, badly written posts makes me wonder if life four years ago was really that overwhelming. It probably wasn't. I'm a drama queen like that.
Gah. I'll probably delete this entire thing one day.
4 comments:
Don't do that Bimbabati. I come back here everyday looking for new post.
So it has come down to this? You've started writing blog posts without subjects? Fie, woman!
Did I not warn you that you're better off in school, and all jobs converge to this? Get used to this: it has come to stay.
Happy to see you leaving. Now I can copy your articles and re-post them under my name.
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Please, don't delete your Blog...
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