Random thoughts

Greed

I'm such a greedy person.

  I always want. Want. Want. Want.

  All I want, is want.

  I want you to vote.

  I want you to comment.

  I want you to read.

  That's the reason I think I'm keeping this book going... but it actually isn't.

   I have readers going through hell... and I think they've chosen me to help....

  I've put away my greed to gain popularity on the books I should be building to goof around here... and I've gained more steady fans in one hundred reads than I have in a book with six thousand reads.

  I know, for some of you this all is nothing, but to me...

  I'm doing something.

  There's that greed again: I have fans, I got them, they're mine.

  I need to quit the crap... stop acting like smegal...

  I'm not-- I can't say I'm not-- I am that greesy car salesman that robs you of all your cash... but I'm changing...

   How can I... well fuck.

  I've dug a deep hole here.

   I'm greedy. I want.

    Greedy is bad, greedy becomes addiction.

   Want, can be good.

   I want to explain.

  I want to write.

  I want to help.

  End on that subject.

  Now, I feel like I've sat here and just typed: I want to help you.

  I say that over and over, and honestly, afterwards I don't do shit.

   I think I'll start doing more quotes... you might only get good deep thoughts out of me once a week... possibly less because it's so brain wracking

  But I love it.

   I love to push, force, and just harp until I'm exausted or I can't any more. That's why I annoy my friends.

  I either give it my all, or nothing, I'll just slap something together, or I'll make an honest master piece, I do it everywhere, epically in writing... and school... and definetly inn sports.

   What am I saying?

I freaking forget!

  Okay

  I can be absent minded... if you haven't learned yet. And I'll often drift off topic...

  I've learned that, when I write, truly write, I have the music blaring because then, I can't hear myself. My fingers know what needs to be donw, and they type. The moment I pay attention, I lose track, I forget. But, when I don't pay attention I create an honorable piece... with some mistakes of course. But, that's for proof reading.

   Greed...

  With writing... I want to make something if this.

  I want money, but honestly, I'd have to quit basketball volleyball and softball, and I'd have to do more school work... yeah... nope.

   But I have a poor family and... (and now I feel like I'm drawing pity from you so don't give it to me) and, I'll probably grow up, leave home and begin a dead end job, telling myself that I'll go to college once I make the rest of my money,

  So once come to grips that I'm not going to college, I'll have writing, then, I'll have time to learn, and colleges will be begging for me... that'd not how it works is it?...

  But, all my life, I'll always want, there's only certain people that can help me, but I want so many things, and I'll always have writi ng

  What the hell am j doing? I forget...

  End; greed bad: greed me

  Want okay: want me