I am going to be 20 very soon.
It doesn't change anything.
It doesn't give me any special privileges or anything.
Not like 18 or 15 or 21 do.
I mean, I am still going to legally not be able to do the same things.
I just don't know.
I really just do not know.
I felt like writing too.
I really did.
Much like you, I also click on the page hoping for a pleasant surprise.
Usually, I don't find anything.
I haven't written because I feel like I have hit a point in my writing that is not good.
I am really not writing very well.
I just have nothing excitement to say.
To share.
I think I have stopped being a little bit funny.
I mean, I never thought I was funny but people seemed to think I was funny.
Oh shit.
Maybe I was never funny but people just said I was funny as a nice way of saying that I was weird.
Or something.
You know when you tell a person, "you're so funny" but you really mean, "oh wow, you're such an idiot."
I do it all the time.
It is better than saying "oh you are such a slut"
or "oh you are so ignorant".
Oh shit.
This is not good.
I hope I was actually funny.
Except I never meant to be funny.
And when I did, nobody thought I was funny.
OH SHIT.
People ARE using funny as an euphemism.
I am not liking this epiphany at all.
Crap.
Whatever.
I guess if my stupidity makes someone laugh then that's OK.
Laughing is nice and relieves stress.
Stress is not good.
I don't think that sentence was the proper one to finish this post with.
Neither is the one above.
I will babble until I find the write sentence.
Except, now I am realizing that is was.
I'll just rewrite it.
Stress is not good.
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