carl personal

 It’s almost 8 months into quarantine, and I for one, am losing sanity. Surrounding yourself with family, and having a handsome amount of alone time with yourself; I’m telling you it’s only good on paper.  I’m uninspired as ever. I can’t write a single decent thing, and I was supposed to be good in English! Creativity was sucked out of me and was jarred for safekeeping. Maybe someday I’ll get my hands on it, but surel y not sooner. It’s been a long time coming; I’m quitting Facebook.  My brain’s going to legitimately implode from information overload— irreputable information that is. I soberly and somberly say this: I fucking hate influencers. No one cares about authenticity anymore.  Influencers capitalize on drama and controversy, none of which should be a focus.  It’s 2020, however, it seems that gender is still an issue for most people. I glower at those pedophiles inserting themselves into the community as if their morals are anchored to ours. We were already stoned in the 70s, sk