The other side:
I lay awake for what feels like 5 minutes turns into 1, 2,3, and sometimes 4 hours.
I lay awake thinking to myself what is there to do on this silly little box thing I paid $800 for. While playing music on $200 tiny things that are in my ears.
I wonder why we spend our hard working money on things that are so pointless to the human use when it's not needed.I scroll through all my social media accounts wondering to myself what am I going to post as an update on my life like it matters to everyone that's not in my life consistently? Just for likes? Just for views? Why?
If it mattered that much they'd be here.. not that they aren't because we aren't talking or not friends just that our lives now is knowing people based off of a profile that we make on the tiny box thing we spend so much money on.. some much of our time on... when that time can be used for something else.Meanwhile here I am waisting what has been now 8 min on this box thing typing on a screen that captures my every move as I tap it and puts words on the screen..
* I've lost my train of thought all because I went through my snap account... out of boredom •
Ive waisted another 3 min wondering why do we all sit back and think of the past and what makes up so sad. Or happy. I mean I know what makes me happy but why do we as humans look back on the sad moments that are no longer here?
What good does that do? Is it because we want to feel that emotion? Or want to motivate ourselves to do better than that person we use to be.To recap what's been said here if you didn't get the picture...
1 we waist money on a tiny box thingy or for head phones
2 we waist time on accounts out of entertainment because clearly our lives aren't that great for us to go out and have no time to be on these tiny boxes
3 we literally and I mean we actually sit here and look back on the shitty days that end up fucking up our whole day because we are stupid humans that do human things either out of boredom or whatever the case may be....and I've waisted another 6 min putting words on this screen to explain what I've said...
It's 3:18 in the morning and from this moment I see myself for the next hour or so watching YouTube on a bigger box thing that I've spent wayyy too much money on as if I'm not poor enough, because I don't sleep at night anymore since I've stopped smoking (weed)
Now I'll set off to the more pointless thoughts I have while trying to find the power to fall asleep.
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I finished writing this 4 min ago and in my notes and originally titled it "the other side" because I was listening to the song "the other side" by Red Hot Chili Peppers and it reminded me of the moments I'd hang out with my closest friend Alli who's helped me through a lot and actually moved closer to me recently... anyways I'm done babbling for the night! Enjoy!!
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Writers block
No FicciónWriting has been a problem I can't seem to figure out anymore. It's not my feelings blocking the words from coming out. It's not my friends or family. I just have no inspiration. So here this will be where you'll see my writers block and understand...