i have nothing to say really. well actually i have plenty, but no desire to. that's what i've been like lately though: very unmotivated. what's the point of doing anything, you just end up right where you were anyway. i don't really believe that, but it's a nice notion to play around with every now and again. eh, fuck it, at least i still have my looks.
did that sound a little forced? hollow, maybe? perhaps the shield is loosing it's touch. how long can you keep laughing when it's not funny anymore? this is depressing, i'm gonna stop now.