Alright people. Read at your own risk. This is my way of making myself feel better. So no judging.
I want to rant out.
I want to say something.
But I have nothing to say.
I feel miserable but I don't know why.
I feel betrayed by a person I am yet to meet.
I feel like singing.
I feel like crying.
I want to scream in delight.
I want to scream in frustration.
I like to do nothing.
I hate not doing anything.
I want someone to smile at me.
I want someone to tell me just how much of a looser I am.
I wish was 20 years older.
I wish I was 20 years younger... what?
I want people to see me.
I don't want people to look at me.
I want to be beautiful.
I am beautiful.
I don't know if that's true.
I want someone to hug me.
I just remembered I like to be spooned.
Now I wish I wasn't going to bed alone.
I thought I was gonna write every sentence with I.
I guess that's not happening tonight.
I really wish I could rhyme like PapaBear.
I just don't have the patience for that shit.
I think I just insulted poetry.
I'm sorry to all those who take offence.
I wish I was more open.
I'm glad I'm not because my heart is now safe.
But why am I protecting my heart?
Is it really worth all the trouble?
Maybe I should cry my heart out.
It'll make me feel lighter.
Now I don't know what I'm writing anymore.
Whatever this is Ethan, it actually worked.
I think I'm happy again.
I should do this more often.
Balderdash is a cool word.
I looked it up... it means nonsense.
I'm wondering if I should put this up on Wattpad.
I think I should.
It'll make me laugh the next time I'm sad.
I want to scroll up.
I don't think I want to.
But I should cross out the embarrassing thoughts.
But then what would make me laugh.
I guess this is where I stop.
I don't want to stop.
I like the way my fingers run across the keyboard.
I like the sound it makes.
