Reading through the past on my blog, I get depressed. Then I post a depressed little whine on here. At some time in the future, I will read this, and it will make me feel depressed. Then I will blog a depressed little whine. At some time after that, I will read through my blog archive and become depressed by the amount of depressed whining in it. Then I will blog a depressed little whine. And so continue, ad nauseum, ad apocalypse.
And by the way, I will die alone and unloved.
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