Dear Myself,
somehow make me the thoughts I had expected with most but in peace. It is quite remarkable when you know that there are exactly that thought is no escape. It has focused on them and yet the thoughts then drift but in a different direction.
So far I knew it just that have become meaningless from looser idea pretty quickly profound. That it might be time reversed, so that I would not have wanted them to.
Whenever I also say that the brain tumor so I no longer bother with something, because he's from the perspective of the entire clinical picture does not really matter, except the taking away of a parasite, of course. At some point, but still a get a the thoughts and one wonders already he has grown in recent months? When he is grown, can be operated on? If it is removed, how is it done?
precisely these thoughts I've been working. I thought it intentionally though to see if I can give myself some answers.
Funny as they are but drifted over again.
to my fanfiction and my RPGs. In both, currently I hesitate a little because my Inspiriation, often missing but simply the words. Sometimes I think about how to write certain sentences so that they sound good and their meaning is clear. Then but I lack the words to get the records over, and then I pass it on for some time because I know that there is now no more.
Actually it's even more or less irrelevant if they thought rather than turn to serious things to fictional stories. But since my verbal and mental decline has long been a concern - or rather its reduction - are the thoughts about it right probably.
somehow make me the thoughts I had expected with most but in peace. It is quite remarkable when you know that there are exactly that thought is no escape. It has focused on them and yet the thoughts then drift but in a different direction.
So far I knew it just that have become meaningless from looser idea pretty quickly profound. That it might be time reversed, so that I would not have wanted them to.
Whenever I also say that the brain tumor so I no longer bother with something, because he's from the perspective of the entire clinical picture does not really matter, except the taking away of a parasite, of course. At some point, but still a get a the thoughts and one wonders already he has grown in recent months? When he is grown, can be operated on? If it is removed, how is it done?
precisely these thoughts I've been working. I thought it intentionally though to see if I can give myself some answers.
Funny as they are but drifted over again.
to my fanfiction and my RPGs. In both, currently I hesitate a little because my Inspiriation, often missing but simply the words. Sometimes I think about how to write certain sentences so that they sound good and their meaning is clear. Then but I lack the words to get the records over, and then I pass it on for some time because I know that there is now no more.
Actually it's even more or less irrelevant if they thought rather than turn to serious things to fictional stories. But since my verbal and mental decline has long been a concern - or rather its reduction - are the thoughts about it right probably.
Somehow there is in me a blockade, which prevents me from writing on cash right now and I can not break very successful. In my lucid moments I get quite decent although on paper (or much more likely to Word), but only bit by bit.
had far too many stories I have to cancel because I was in the middle hit by a blockage that could not be solved easily or only after such a long time that I've lost the thread of the story itself.
When I think long enough about the motives of the blocks, I get them, perhaps as to the reason and can overcome them.
Still hold the aftermath of the student-teacher meeting and let me write relatively liquid. Maybe it will help.
Love, Me
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