just... [10 Nov 2009|12:49pm] reguretto I feel dead. Not death, dead. Death would be looming around the corner, dead is not even much of a feeling. Social alienation is something that happens in books and films, to people not doing anything meaningful in their lives, or whiny people always waiting around for things to happen without doing anything, or ungrateful people. It happens to other people, not me. Supposedly. Maybe this is not so much alienation as a spreading numbness. It started in my head, now it's infected my system. Admitting this doesn't make it better. A laugh here and there, some smiles, I am loved more than enough, what more do I want, really? Me need to stop being a thankless kid, is that it? Listened to Dir en grey yesterday, brought back memories of the past years when I had been angry. For a glorious moment I felt that anger again. It was so good I almost cried. And Macabre reached its last song, and back to square one. Now back to life and the endless list of things I have to do. comment

saga of the second day [02 Nov 2009|11:20pm] reguretto Day#2 Nanowrimo: How Kay came into the story only took 174 words, dame da yo! I need ten times as much. And he is oh so stoopid. comment

1st day nanowrimo [01 Nov 2009|07:20pm] reguretto [ music | Aa Seishun - Go!Go!7188 ] This is how I start the day: "I have an invented lover. We are the same age. We met playing in a sandbox. It was my first sandbox, in the ground of my first play group, in my city of birth. That city was full of memories when I didn't have a memory. I remember colours and smiles and feelings, but not so many textures and figures." Hello full month of writing without reservations. I want to scrap the whole thing already, haha! 3 | comment

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