They can keep their $2.36.
Or daily journal, daily log, and notes to yourself.
(A Poem)
— What’s the point when all life dies,
Are you planning to wing it or winging what you planned?
I’m not talking about years, or years, and it’s not as hard as you think.
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To take a refined approach on my content creation
Winging this as I go with how I feel. Seeing improvements as I write in a sort of style mirroring improv.
I’m not a kid anymore…I can’t let others fight my battles. I have to write my own destiny from hereon.
Screw today and everything about it. I just don’t feel like doing a thing beyond writing this. And I don’t even want to do that. I’ll just tough it out and go back bed.