like, nothing to say
it's as if I had nothing to say
...strange
a handful of postings in multitude of weeks
one would expect me to be bursting with thoughts;
with all the stimuli there is for grabs here
"I am so lucky"
the language, the culture, the people
the lack thereof.
too much of everything
makes me numb
tired
bored
-- it's like living in the Sims
(not the dating-kind)
and I just want to get back to my RL
...strange
a handful of postings in multitude of weeks
one would expect me to be bursting with thoughts;
with all the stimuli there is for grabs here
"I am so lucky"
the language, the culture, the people
the lack thereof.
too much of everything
makes me numb
tired
bored
-- it's like living in the Sims
(not the dating-kind)
and I just want to get back to my RL
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