As I was going about my summer vacation, I began to think that I would be much better suited for a time when writing letters was the most common form of correspondence. I've read letters from authors to their friends and it just seems that the topics were, I don't know, more towards something that would fit me.
But then, perhaps, it's merely my reserved personality that keeps my dealings with others as they are.
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I feel like I'm writing too many things at once, but I can't help myself. I've got a post-apocalyptic, last-man-on-earth story that I've been doing, which I will detail later.
Balancing my time has been difficult, but I've been reading quite a bit, which is nice.
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