Life Wasn’t Meant To Be Jun 17, 2019 Such a weird day. What’s the use of thinking about it? I don’t understand half of what goes on in the world, and yet here we are. Living a life where nothing matters, nothing makes sense. Everything else goes down and there you’re left sitting waiting for the end to come.
I have a composition book that has a unicorn sitting in an ice cream cone on the cover. I write in it. I write all the thoughts that pop in my head in it. Some thoughts are happy thoughts. Other thoughts are sad thoughts. Either way they are all the thoughts in my head. Sometimes I start a story that never gets completed. Life is a lot like that, so many stories that begin that never get completed. There's no resolution to them. It's an interesting process. Writing that is. Sometimes you just wish everything would close nicely. It doesn't always happen.
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