Let’s face it, life isn’t worth living most days. What can you do about it? I’m afraid you can’t do much. It will cause you to try and escape from reality and then where will you be? Crushed without a place to go. Yeah, that’s the kind of consequences I’m talking about most of the time. So, why bother with it all? I’m not sure why I do most days. Wouldn’t it be easier to off myself? I mean who hasn’t thought about killing themselves from time to time? I know I have. It would be nice not to have these thoughts and feelings about my life. But I do have them and they won’t go away. So I must deal with them. There’s nothing wrong with that, I guess? Maybe there is. I don’t know for sure. So just allow it to be whatever it wants to be. If life wants me dead, who am I to argue with it? There’s so many things in this life that don’t matter. So many things in this life that do matter. I need to find a balance in between the two things and make it work out for me.
Doesn't feel like I have time to do anything anymore. Especially writing stories.
Need to find a way to figure that out... how to just dive in and start writing things, stories... poetry... whatever I can write. Lots an lots of writing.
Ideas are not always easy to come by of course. So I'll have to do some thinking on those as well.
I suppose I'll just see what happens. Get some ideas together and just see what rolls off the tip of my pencil.
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