I'm the lazy type. Writing by hand in a beat up diary was like running a five hundred kilometre marathon, especially in the night. I enjoy writing. Not enough for me to write a whole book and market it for sales like some bestselling authors. I had this writing phase in primary school, teachers would always say I was the next JK Rowling. I worked day and night on a book called 'Lost and Found. Reading back at it, it is the most cringiest shit and I now want to kill myself.
The fact I thought I would get popular from it is disgusting.
I used writing as a way of getting my pent up frustrations, thoughts, feelings, trauma onto battered up OCs that had no place being that sad.
I eventually lost that outlet.
Over the years my mind has grown so clustered that I can't even wash the dishes without breaking a plate while thinking of a girl who insulted me years ago.
I have so much anger... and that's it really.
I have so much thoughts, smart ideas I want to let out. I also have no way of letting them out. My mind is a cage and the thoughts are my prisoners, though you should never underestimate mental murderers.
I've learnt that.
Anyways imma stfu now real quick and wrap this up. If you dont wanna read don't read.
Don't expect me to be consistent.
Don't be a bitch.
YOU ARE READING
just me writing some random shit (thoughts, theories, rants etc.)
RandomThis is not a story book. It's a book of my rants, my thoughts, my theories, my short stories, and I may write some poems, though I've gone off that now. I'll keep it light, though some rants will be the result of my exsitential crisis into a down...
