There’s nothing worse than staring at a blank page without a thought in your head. I struggle with this daily, for a very long time now. Though, it’s not always a complete lack of thoughts, I guess it never is, my head isn’t empty like a rag doll. It’s more like, many of my thoughts don’t feel worth writing, and then others can’t belong to the internets. They have to stay with me, until they’re safe to declassify. It goes against everything that I meant for this place, it’s supposed to be an unflinching, honest record of me. Supposed to be, but it’s not. Everything’s so fucked.1 comment
If I’m going to continue this daily posting nonsense, and at this point it really is nonsense, I’m going to have to start posting ACTUAL, HONEST TO CHRIST CONTENT. Otherwise, this is just stupid.
November was basically nothing.
December can’t be nothing.1 comment
I am a waste of craft.
I am a waste of space.
I am a waste of air.5 comments