my life is cold, and dark, and dreary...

*sighs deeply* I feel so depressed right now, so....drained.

I just finished (okay, not just, but you get the point =P) an essay for which I had absolutely no inspiration. Nothing. Zilch. Notta. Do you know how discouraging that is?! I wrote, but I just couldn't immerse myself in it. All my sentences ring hollow in my ears. They seem to be so mechanical and contrived.... BLECH! I guess part of it was the topic. How much fun can a person have when the question you have to answer is: Is war never justifiable?

NONE!! Absobolyflippin'lutely none whatsoever!! Cero! Zilch! Notta! At least, according to my oh-so-humble opinion, that is.

Anywho, it's time I stopped ranting....and making up/repeating the same words to describe my ranting-ness =P
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The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow -- "The Rainy Day"