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.