….and this is all up for speculation…
No matter how hard I try, I can’t write when I’m not in the mood. Like now, for instance. Listening to melancholoy music, trying to focus on something other than homework, and I’m stuck for a topic. I want to write about art, or about love, or about God. But I can’t. I’m unable to think about that stuff right now.
Actually, I’m busy thinking about important things. Life-changing things. Things I will write about sometime later, because it’s a surprise. But for now, I will tell you that school feels like swarms of angry, giant grub-beetles are gnawing on the right side of my body and laying enormous, writhing eggs in the wounds, which immediately hatch and eat the remaining side of my body. In other words, it’s a very uncomfortable experience, and September is not half-over.
Fantastic. Whipping my self-control into…control….is harder than i thought it would be. For instance, writing this post. Yeah. I should be doing homework right now.
Huuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………..
I will see you on the other side. Farewell.
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