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My darlings,I was updating my profile when I realized, it’s so late. Et I also realized i can’t write anything. I am truly suffering from the woes of dearest Emeline Benoit. I have never written such sadness. Oh my dammmmm. I know, like I am literally exhausted from her pain. It’s a sword that hath piered me so deep I need a loaf of baguettes, a bar of dark chocolats Et a full time masseuse 
Seriously my bones are aching. It could also be I was busy socializing without a mask, am I the only one suffering from massive anxiety when anyone comes close without a Mask?
I mean I may need therapy . I am being honest, I got so many hugs from people that I spent 24 hours Utterly panicked. Golly I am Rianna katey Kate y’all. My husband thinks I live so safely that if he could ever see me barefeet on grass it would be a f’ urging crisis!
What can I say, I am the lady of the glass house, sounds like a good name for a book. But I am really not in love with writing novels. It’s somehow immense amounts of work!
Hence, I got a lot a lot of emails- letters about my instagram, oh I went private. It’s a lot to deal with, no offense. I’m struggling with being public.
You have no idea how much I am wondering about what I am doing, it’s a lot of work. As my page is all writing. I basically have a writers page, except I perfect the art of it.
well I do that with whatever I do, non?
Here it is…
At the moment, I cannot read emails, books, dms, I am on a break. I’m very exhausted. I do a lot of writing when I do. Et the absolute worst part in this dilemma, I have given up eating dark chocolats.
my dear golly, you do Not want to deal with moi.Good chat dearest rabbits,
Rianna Kate Shaikhps. My new favorite:
