The Politics of Jealousy
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As much as I want to share my innermost thoughts with you, dearest readers, I can't. "Why" you ask. I say, "Because I can't write". The creative juices still gush inside; it's just that I've been constipated lately. Or maybe my brain cells have halted regenerating altogether. Worse, they have been too engrossed with some lysosome action. Hello, dementia. Hello, Alzheimer's.
It's better this way, I suppose. Wearing my heart on my sleeve would only put me through deeper shit than I already am in. (Grammar check!)
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As much as I want to share my innermost thoughts with you, dearest readers, I can't. "Why" you ask. I say, "Because I can't write". The creative juices still gush inside; it's just that I've been constipated lately. Or maybe my brain cells have halted regenerating altogether. Worse, they have been too engrossed with some lysosome action. Hello, dementia. Hello, Alzheimer's.
It's better this way, I suppose. Wearing my heart on my sleeve would only put me through deeper shit than I already am in. (Grammar check!)
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