bicycleofthoughts

What do I need in life? What do I desire in life? Love? A purpose? To tell you the truth, I have no purpose in life. Some people want to leave the world a better place. That ignites their heart. Not mine, it does nothing to me. I don’t care about the things that don’t affect me directly. You can say that I am selfish. I am. I have given so much time to understand me. But now I can’t even say that I can predict even a single thing that I will do in a particular situation. I want to finish my book though. I am out of ideas and I don’t have my pen. I will write on paper. That’s how I’ll do it. Not on computer. I will sort myself out. If anybody reads my posts, I have a question for you. What do you guys think that I am writing here? Like do you think if this is my diary or something like that? Even I don’t know what I am doing here. I don’t think it is my diary because I want people to read this. I can’t describe it as anything else either. I would be glad if you answer this question.