First attempt at new title graphic, I dunno if I like it enough yet.
We'll find out.
You'll get part two of Gods another night, tonight I simply wasn't in the mood.
Word count: 167
Sound and fury signifying nothing…that’s what this entire entry is about. I would have loved to write the second part of Gods—unfortunately when your mind is pre-occupied with other things it becomes most difficult to write to a satisfactory degree. (Or at least I find it hard to match my standards)
As such I will instead default to my backup—that being this: A bunch of hot air, a bunch of anger that will do nothing and change nothing.
Very little in this world infuriates me more than pointless discrimination—even discrimination is bad enough. However something has happened which I feel shows a clear example of this, and has even set me at the throats of my friends. Something of which I am not proud.
But to be honest, the rage has left my system and now I’m just feeling very, very drained. Exhausted, really.
So I’ll end this early and go to sleep, apologies for wasting your time.
I did say it signified nothing.