A melancholic life is one of sorrow periodically dashed with pure happiness, it is one that drives you to the extremes of existence, it is one that teaches you to survive...
There I go again... I do sympathise with you, my reader, it probably seems like I am a deep seated pessimist just ready to mull in my romantic notions of gloominess for the rest of my life. On the contrary I believe there to be none a more dreadful existence, in reality I am a quite optimistic and thoughtful person with a unique blend of conservative boldness, but there I go again... I must sound so self-indulgent and arrogant, you see... I do have a slight issue of being a very emotional person and finding myself desperately trying to hide them from everyone.
Alas this brings us in a small loop back to my original woe... No one quite understands what I'm going on about. This outburst of character from my part doesn't last very long I'm afraid, for I fear... Apologies, for I know the unattached peace I am currently enjoying will not last very long. For that is how it has always been.
In consequence, a warning to you my honourable reader. If you wish to continue reading about my life, there will be emotional peaks and decent, there will be times I answer myself and others where I contradict myself, there will be frustrations and secrets but above all... My thoughts, feelings and dreams. Feel free to comment, intervene and intrude... But if you cannot bear this sense of expression you should turn back now.
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