At some point I'd like to get more into Byzantine history but I honestly don't know where to start. Been trying to find a good biography of Justinian (the first).
My studies of German have picked up of late. Not that we are still not slackers in general.
Over all I'm just very depressed these days. I see no point in so many things.
I just don't know, in general.
Guidance is lacking. Guidance is no more.
Wikipedia now says Open Diary was a online diary yadda yadda. Now it's no more. I don't know how well I'm adjusting to ProseBox. I just don't feel for it the same affection as I did for Open Diary. It was a home for so long.
Guess I'm just waiting for the day when I'll wake up and all my problems will have magically disappeared.
Perhaps I shouldn't give up on the idea of NaNoWriMo. April will be here soon.
I don't know what I want, that's the problem, in life general. I seem to just watch time slip by like it is moving so fast.
Deep down I'm just shy and very self conscious. That's why I can't pick good topics for my stories. I'm afraid of the judgement of others about my deepest parts. Or maybe inside all is just ugly and rotten like a plant that's been locked in the closet for ever. Forever away from the sun. Left to die and forgotten. Only it won't be let to die.
There's nothing good inside to tell about.
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