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I Can Not Write

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I mean, maybe I am supposed to be bad at it, like I am supposed to have bad days or have my feelings hurt every once and a while.

… The irony is that I could gotten all of this without even going to college in the first place.

Maybe self-examination is not the best thing. Sometimes I say to myself…. “Self, maybe I don’t need to be so introspective.”

Interesting things happen to me… I think. How do people have so much to say? Maybe I just don’t have anything to say. Maybe I need more internal strife or turmoil. Maybe I am full of shit.

I feel like I lead an interesting life and have a vivid enough imagination to have good stories.

I am a man of culture, I have licked a finger and stuck it in the wind.

I can play the guitar and bass

I am missing out on a lot of culture these days because I refuse to continuously download the latest updates for all the stupid software out there.

Sometimes I weigh myself before and after I go to the bathroom…. Just to see

I don’t want to be talking for clapping

Maybe I am a fish trying to climb a tree.

I feel like a lot of my life falls somewhere between pass time and fetish.

Maybe, writing, like many other art forms is a sacred act and I am doing it a disservice by forcing myself myself upon it.