(Yes, that is now a word.)
How’re you all this week? I’m… Not too bad I suppose. Well… No. That’s a lie. I’m not great. A bunch of crap seems to be going wrong as of late. And, it’s my 23rd birthday at the end of the month, which I know is going to suck. Like my birthday did last year. I hate not being able to see my mum or a bunch of my friends. I miss people. I’m glad I’ve got Matt, he makes it all a bit better. Y’know, I spent my 21st birthday trying to keep everyone else happy, doing everything they wanted. I thought it was supposed to be -my- birthday right? I have a feeling that this year is going to be the same. Like last year. Although I guess that last year was pretty quiet, so hopefully it will be like that. Quiet, if lonely. Or, it might be better, or worse, but I won’t hold my breath on that one.
Also, recently I’ve been thinking about how… How much crap I have. How many notebooks and paper related goods I have specifically; and how it feels like I’m never going to get through it all. I don’t really know anyone who I can give some of this stuff to either. Argh.
More to the point; it’s not like any of the stuff I write in my notebooks is any good anyway. It’s all fairly rubbish really. No hope of getting published at all – no hope of ever having an original idea what would allow myself to ever get published, which I’m not sure that I do. I don’t really know anymore.
Anyone else have any sucky things they want to rant about in the comments? Feel free!
Until next week guys,
(a more subdued)
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