empty

I have nothing to say.

I have too much to say and so many scattered thoughts and emotions. I would be saying something but it wouldn't make much sense.

So with that, I have nothing to say.

Then again, I did just say something because I'm taking the time to publish a post. I'm saying something about nothing.

Though, know, that I do have something to say I just can't say it. If I were to voice what I'm truly thinking, you'd shake your head and say, "Despicable. No wonder she's where she is."

I've said it about myself, which is why I am saying nothing.

And with that, I bid ye all a goodnight.



OH! I finished "The Other Boleyn Girl" by Philippa Greggory. It was so good! Long but it was so good I read it in a week 1/2 time, which for me is pretty fast.