cathartic_flame

I've spent the last few days weeks months, well I've spent a fair while trying to get my 'groove' back, the ability to string even a semi-creative sentence together, needless to say that I'm not doing very well at it! I could sit here and moan and blame the smothering depression, but in all honesty that would just make me angry, being depressed isn't an excuse for the fact that I do nothing with my life apart from wish I did something with my life, quite a gloriously cyclic train of thoughts and actions. Although I can safely say that in the end I will moan, whimper and complain.

So to begin I have nothing, but something must always come out of nothing, even if it's just a thicker more melancholic version of nothing.


Random fact about me: I seem to prefer the archaic meaning of words, as opposed to the 'modern' interpretations. E.g. Virago. 1) A loud and violent ill-tempered woman 2) Arch. Strong and Warlike woman.

How can something go from meaning strong and warlike to meaning something so derogatory?