First Fig

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

It gives a lovely light!

I guess i'm just too busy living my life to record every single detail of it, and i'm too busy feeling all sorts of emotions that i'd go crazy if i'd write everything down.

It's better this way. The people whom I think wants to know what's been happening with me already knows what's been happening with me.

If you're curious with what's been happening with me, and you don't know yet, contact me. You should know how to reach me. If you don't, and you're seriously curious, get off your ass and live your own life.

It's funny, for the last month or two, I don't have anything to rant about at all. It's not that i'm not disturbed and/or moved by life anymore, for that would be a sad, sad existence. I don't know the reason why I don't have anything to rant about.

Well, right now, it looks like I'm ranting about not being able to rant about anything.

I don't know why I'm doing it. It's 2:39am, but I don't want to sleep.