Your journal nowadays is flat and unappealing. I'm not surprised your readership is dropping. And I'm not talking about how your posts have been fewer and shorter. We're talking quality and not quantity. But yes, the days where you would throw any old shit against the wall and call it spaghetti were better. Why? Because at least you were throwing out something. Now the wall is bare and you just sit there, idly playing with yourself like an imbecile child. Where have you gone? I miss you.
You stupid fuck. You stupid, childlike, unemotional, whiny, prating deviant sociopath. You used to spark people's minds, now you just output text blocks for rapid ignoring and non-consumption. Ugh, I mean, even that last sentence. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
You'll never be anything at this rate. Something has to happen to revitalize your writing. Maybe you need to go on a spiritual journey. Or maybe you just need to learn how to type again so you don't spend so my fucking time backspacing and instead spend it thinking.
We need sleep now.