bicycleofthoughts

Why is everything that I write so bad? Sometimes it’s boring, sometimes it’s depressing, sometimes it’s both. I need to improve. But to improve, you need to have something to work with. I don’t have something to work with. Even the things that I have seen in my dreams are not something extraordinary. Where’s the entertainment? Is this an ailment? Is there a cure? Am I sick to the core? Well that rhymed. (Obviously I did it on purpose.)

I am good at doing things single-mindedly. I cannot multitask. I can’t write because I am working. It’s draining all my energy. All the things I have to do in my life, work has taken precedence over everything else. Maybe it’s time to retire. Who am I kidding? I am just 22 and I am poor. I cannot retire.