Whining vol. 100000000000000

       The rare times I get the chance to feel something, it’s usually negative. It’s either anxiety, or anger, or confusion.

I have to write something. Something good, something deep, because I’ve neglected my blog lately and my millions of viewers are going to be disappointed (just kidding, I have none). I’ve started so many documents, I’ve lost count. None of them is good enough. This is not good enough.

     
       Some call it writer’s block. I call it uselessness. But maybe I’m just oppressing myself once again. Maybe I have to let myself loose. I wish there was an easy way to do that… or any way. I should be typing right now. And I don’t mean this. I should be typing my assignments, which I should have completed by now. Or at least started…

       My mind is elsewhere. I don’t know where, and frankly I couldn’t

be less interested in finding out.

I can’t say I’m sad, I can’t say I’m too happy. But mostly I feel restless. I feel the need to do something but I have no idea what that could be.

       To cut a long story short, I don’t know anything (so you really needn't have read all this nonsense. Wow, this is the first time I use "needn't"... and it's probably wrong. Never mind, nobody cares, jeez). And this sucks (I mean this, the text). Not good enough. But then again, nothing’s really good enough for me. Who cares!