So maybe it is true that I am incapable of posting happy thoughts, but I've decided that It matters not. So what if I am en emotional wreck of a blogger? If I'm getting writing out of it, that’s fine for me.
Nowadays, it is socially unacceptable to immerse yourself in the depth of your sadness or stillness or boredom or anything else that is even slightly negative. It is 'unproductive'. All the classic works of literature that I have encountered seem to reek of this bad emotion though. I don't think anyone in their right mind would be able to pen hundreds of pages detailing the failing careers and lives of fictional characters. Perhaps I am wrong.
Maybe seventy years from now, someone will stumble upon this blog and think "HOT DAMN, EVEN THOUGH WE DON'T HAVE FORESTS ANYMORE AND GLOBAL WARMING KILLED MY PET FISH AND POLLUTION GAVE MY LITTLE SISTER METHOMOGLOBINAEMIA, ATLEAST I'M HAPPIER THAN THIS GIRL!" and I will smile in my grave.
Or maybe I can change.
