I don't think I've ever had this much trouble finishing a piece of writing. The post below is just so damn sullen. I guess that is its intent. It's not like the past month has been perfect. And, it's a reflection of all the high hopes I had for my life in this place, and the sorrow I feel for failing.

I don't think I've ever written anything that lacked emotion such as life.

I don't know if I'll finish.