Fine. An actual thoughts that's been in my head for a while. I can't. I've been chronically online here since my break up. Satiating my desire of companion and filling my loneliness. I'm starting to hate one thing I'm good at. At that is my ability to woe my self into any scenario through the careful use of right words. It's draining. I'm a smooth talker, and a horrible partner. I don't wanna write, not draw anymore..