I didn't think I would get used to the lack of people around me so quickly. Maybe it's because I gotten so used to it lately you know? My summer has been pretty slow so far to say the least. I hat to quit a job I had recently gotten and by had it's more like I wanted to despite the circumstances that may follow me later on in life. I've never been so more stoked to see family. I guess another thing I've never really thought about it where I want to go when I'm older, in life that is. I know plenty of where I want to go and I don't really know how I'm gonna get there.
It sucks so much to be happy for such a short amount of time and not being able to push that through more than I'm allowed to. That feeling of feeling happy just disappears without warning. I can't say it's not really my fault though after being so dumb to see exactly what it is that is going on. I just want to relive so many good memories and get past the fact that they won't come true or happen again.
How many different ways do I see my life going? So far not really anywhere else than it is now, that is I mean sitting at home writing stupid things that might as well not even be brought up at anytime because of how dumb all those pages are. I feel like my cat is the only one that gets me lately.
I've always wanted to write film, plays, and novels but I've never had the experiences to do that just yet. I feel like to be able to get good at writing I need to live a million different lives in order to do so. I'm just not creative. At least I don't think I am that much at all anyway although people say I am, but I just don't think so.
Sometimes people just say that I can do whatever I want if I were to put my mind to it and honestly I just don't understand how people who manage to do that do that. That say and do mindset is really super easy to say but not so much to do, wherever that motivation comes from I give all those people props for doing so.
Please world give me some sort of absurd inspiration to write about.
- Jason
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Pitch Fiction
Short StoryWhen the world is something huge. Do huge things. Because sometimes the world may not be anyone else's but yours. Or maybe the world is just you, and only you, and everyone is you.
