could, but won't

...won't ramble on incessantly about how stressed/lethargic/nostalgic/gray I am. I won't even mention how on-the-fence/semi-isolated/disappointed/"wish"-ful (if you get my drift) everything has been since the last time I wrote. I won't list interrogations that I've made to myself about whether it is January or whether it is life. There'll be no dull, not-as-good-as, poetry being posted. And most importantly, I will not get into how disgusted I am with mankind right now.