My eyes hurt as I keep reading on. The Thirteenth Tale. A ghost story. What's wrong with you? Nothing. I am a friendless and lovelorn person. Ghosts can't probably frighten me enough. But poor print quality does. Can't really help that, the kindle edition costs me a lot of money.
I hate FB. So much so that I feel like deleting my profile. I can't go on clicking like like like to things that make no difference to my life. I am being very selfish, I know it, thank you, no need to reiterate.
I discovered the sad psycho at FB yesterday. He's alive. Not sure if he found his ideal bride. But quite sure that I felt no love for him anymore. In fact he's quite some negative energy, I felt very low last night and even throughout the greater part of today.
The only happiness is about the beauty parlor girl visiting me tomorrow. Looking good is my favorite passion these days even though no one looks back at me.
Back to reading. You know what, I shall visit an eye specialist next week. Really need reading glasses for myself...
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