urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cathartic_flame mesmerised cathartic_flame 2009-06-13T22:53:42Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cathartic_flame:605 2009-06-13T22:53:42Z 2009-06-13T22:53:42Z I've spent the last few <strike>days</strike> <strike>weeks</strike> <strike>months</strike>, 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />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) <em>Arch.</em> Strong and Warlike woman. <br /><br />How can something go from meaning strong and warlike to meaning something so derogatory?<br /><br />