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Somehow, I felt like posting.

But I don't really know what to post about.

Maybe I've been having some disappointments lately.

Like perhaps the fact that feelings just turn on and off with me having no control nor reason whatsoever.

And I've been terribly bored of the dreary days I spend playing Lord of the Rings or reading Council of Elrond.

Well, not really. Though people might consider it having "no life", i think otherwise.

Some people enjoy spending their days outside, and I don't see what difference it is to spending it inside.

Except for the location, of course.

I get nervous of every hour that passes, with the thought that January draws nearer.

Im not looking forward to returning to Anderson, and I don't really know why.

It's just a sudden surge of hatred for no apparent reason.