Tempt me with Daylight

One thing you should know about me is that I try to write.  Whether I am drunk or hungover, I probably can still write.  I consider myself a writer because I can type text onto blank white pages.  The feeling is out there for all to see.  Am I a megalomaniac?  Maybe, did I need help spelling that word?  Maybe, do I understand what that word means?  Maybe.

Tomorrow I turn 24, I have been doing this for some years now and I still get enjoyment out of it, writing that is.  I hit a record number of views yesterday and I felt like a million bucks.  I went out last night and forgot what happened.  I think I had a good time, but all that matters is that I woke up today and started writing.  I think I will need to eat some bacon, or something with sustenance.  I now need to eat bananas and to drink some water.

I wanted to edit my writing but I didn’t.  I figure I wouldn’t do that because I don’t really care about that sort of stuff.  I have been told that my writing has a lot of profanity in it, and poor grammar.  I have been told.  I suppose this means people actually read my blog.  I suppose this means people read what I write.

The day after Memorial Day is sobering, literally.  I need some water because the tears I have cried have dried me up.  On Memorial Day I used coffee filters as toilet paper, on Memorial Day I did not talk to the person I am in love with.  Two days from my birthday is Memorial Day.

Christopher Wallace says never let them know your next move, so I won’t.  I am sick of fixing things that aren’t broken.  I am sick of waking up feeling ill.  I am not sick I am human.  I had this apparent sense of fame when I got hits on my blog.  Lady Gaga says if you want to be famous you just have to try to be famous.  I don’t really care I just want to do what makes me happy.  I want people to be happy, or amused by what they read.  I don’t want to hurt anyone.  So I have decided to stop writing.

Memorial Day.  What I can’t understand about this day is that people are actually inside when it is beautiful out.  I say this as it is beautiful out and I am inside typing away.  Time to get some sun.  I think I will take my computer to the beach, I didn’t but someone else was using one when I got there.  I think I will mail some stamps.  I am not going to stop writing actually.


I would never kill you because:  First of all I would never do that to your mother, and you aren’t worth going to jail for.  Those were some inspiring words from yesterday.  Today is my birthday.  Let’s have some fun.


About Terry Scott Niebeling

Hello, My name is Terry Scott, a human being with flaws. twitter: @sirterryscott Buy my ebooks: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1/191-4788099-1818040?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=terry+scott+niebeling
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One Response to Tempt me with Daylight

  1. korahomes says:

    please keep writing like nobody reads it. The vulnerability you share with the “don’t give a fuck” attitude is reminiscent of classic novels, necessary. It’s like the current volume or altitude in which you stand, like I’m there. They say dance like no one’s watching, write like no one’s reading. You yourself will define you. Be free.

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