I don’t remember today’s dream, but it probably sucked dick.
Woke up at 7 o’clock. Took out the dog.
… and now I’m chilling on my computer.
There’s fucking absolutely nothing to do in life and life is fucking pointless.
All the people getting the attention and glory, while I waste my time producing my lame ol’ content.
I wanted to tell this thing about talking and writing. When you start out talking and writing, everything is easy – because you’re new to this, but after you’ve spent time creating your stuff for 5 years. All the talks and the posts start to repeat, because most people, including me, lack creativity.
As for jobs. I never got invited to do any jobs. I am good for nothing motherfucker.
People think that they’ll find themselves. But I remembered my neighborhood’s people, they’re like 50 years old and still lurk in the neighborhood, they drink, smoke and work on lame jobs.
I guess finding oneself is not for everybody.
I would be fine, if life would twist to the other side, but now…
… it just sucks.