Finity

When there's a lot to do (a rare occurrence for someone as lazy as myself,) I get easily overwhelmed, but I have a psychological fail-safe that temporarily reassures me whenever I get into this state.

Incest - Part 2

Before reading, I highly encourage you to first read Part 1 of this post here: http://www.ruminidas.blogspot.com/2012/01/incest-part-1.html. The post has been split into two due to length.

Incest - Part 1

I've waited a long time to write this post. In retrospect, I'm not quite sure why - possibly because I was hoping for a bigger following before I got my arguments down, or maybe because I was just lazy. Both are possibilities. Regardless, this is going to be less of a post and more of an essay. So I'll begin it thus:

In this essay, I'm going to talk about a subject that society would sooner sweep under the carpet than be forced to acknowledge: incest.

My brain is the Sahara desert

Writer's block, perhaps? I don't know, I've been feeling really shit this month, and lately have been feeling less and less confident in the cogence of what I've got to say on... well, anything. I try to think of something blogworthy and I think "Ugh, can I really put an argument for or against that that sounds any good?" And I just get writer's block... and then that leads me to think of all the writing I've not done... and of course, all I'm doing is getting upset about not doing something where the solution is to do it. This just ends up in me sinking into further depression.

Then of course, this leads to the depression because of depression.

My brain is the Sahara desert, from which I feel I can't conjure anything noteworthy or interesting. And it's fucking pissing me off. I spend all the day on the computer, I don't even read that much any more. I could fix these by doing stuff but I can't be bothered because I'm lazy. Realising this makes me feel worse still.

I'm so irascible right now. I growled at the computer when Facebook wouldn't render the chat boxes correctly again, I'm shouting at my cat Taz now whenever he tries to eat my food or dig his claws into my leg, every little thing is irritating me. Ying helps, but I don't get to be open or show any displays of affection in public, so even when I'm with her I feel like I miss her.

I don't understand what the fuck is going on, I feel so lost. Right now I feel like I want to cry and I don't even know why.

I want out of this fucking desert.

~Leonidas

Ying

I met an amazing person a month ago...

Day 7 - Tanka week

Rainbow

School. It's a real bitch.
Tired and ill. Well, ill-ish.
Weather isn't fair.
Rain... gales... plus, it was freezing.
But they gave us a rainbow.

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Thus concludes tanka week! Just about managed to stick to it ^-^. <3

~Love Leonidas

Day 6 - Tanka week

Bad mood

Bad moods are tricky.
Inescapable, almost.
You don't want a thing,
And it makes you feel more crap.
Happy New Year, everyone.

~Love Leonidas

Day 5 - Tanka week

2012

Two thousand and twelve.
Or twenty twelve, either works.
With a tanka I
greet the new year... what lies ahead?
Hopefully we don't all die.


~Love Leonidas

Day 4 - Tanka week

The dream

A sweet girl, my age.
Friendly, she came from nowhere.
All day I wondered...
What was your name, who were you?
A peculiar dream it was.


~Love Leonidas

Tanka week - Day 3

Don't forget the creepers

Building... creation...
Tests the imagination.
At night, monsters come.
Can you survive? Are you done?
That's Minecraft for you, bitches.


~Love Leonidas