It is pretty late. I usually fall asleep at ten, because that's when I feel I can get enough sleep to get me past the day. It's eleven now, and I felt like I needed to make a blog.
This is my fourth blog. This might cause warning bells in your head to start screeching, to start screaming, - "Oh, Angie, what do you mean!?" - but this has been thought of.
The Depression of the Young Literati, now The Problem With Honesty, is going out of commission for a while, until I can learn to articulate my thoughts in a manner that I am not ashamed of.
However, I cannot deny my love for creating blogs. I find them quite entertaining, and rather useful for expressing thoughts, and whatnot.
This is it.
My name is Angie. I'm really not that fun to be with.
I don't know if this year will be fantastic, or brilliant, or filled with great wishes. Here's to surviving.
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