Whenever I sit down to write another book, I have this feeling that I’ll do this work for no reason. My books had some readers.
I figured that I don’t want to write a new book, because myself I don’t read books. Reading books is a waste of time. It’s better to read blogs.
But bloggers made blogs suck. Now everything is made professionally.
I love casual writing.
I figure that I’ll better find new readers for my old books rather than writing a new book.
I’m kinda have a writer’s block.
I can write few lines here and there, but writing a long book that has to make some sense is a difficult task.
I get this feeling that “AIIIII VPIZDU“. I always say that, because writing books is a hard task. Its way easier to write a casual blog nobody reads.
All writers must read, but me, personally I don’t even listen to audio books. Because it’s long and it sucks.
I’m done writing books. Blog is way to go.
I lost the hope to earn money with my blog. Writing is a dumb, disappointing occupation but I like it.
If I didn’t like to write it would be better, because writing is a curse.
You sit like a motherfucker at your computer and write these letters nobody reads. It’s a misery.
Writing is okay, but it yields no profit.
I have to admit – there are way better writers than I am and I kinda respect them because they can do it better than me.
It’s been 7 years I’m writing junk.
Man. Fuck it.
I wish I wasn’t creative because my creativity sucks.
Since I’m getting a new computer maybe I’ll go back to creating music, but the applications cost a lot of money. I guess I’m gonna use a pirated software. I don’t want to spend thousands of dollars to create music nobody’s going to listen.
And maybe I won’t be creating music, because it’s just to much of effort and work.
I don’t know.
Why I keep on doing this shit?
What’s the point?
I should forget about being famous.
I just like to drip fast thoughts into my blog. That’s the best I can do.
I realized I’m good for nothing – a joke.
People don’t like me.