findingmyself389

I don't like seeing my writings on my wall. It's like a big jumble of crap screaming at me. I also want to smack the writer in the face.. then I realize it was me. And I'm like "oh".

To those that actually follow what I say, I am sorry for such a delay. I'm not making a poem out of this. It just so happened to start that way. And now it continues but I do not try. Why on why. Ha. What a joke. Things have not been coming too thoughtfully from my mind. If anything, I've been trying to hide. Hiding away from the world that tries to spin. Let me just stay in bed, let me stay in. Ha. What a joke. Lower middle class don't have that option. Instead we tread on such a small thread with such little happiness. Anyways. Back to the real world. Ha. What a joke.

I'm not sure what to write today. I'm kind of letting myself go and just write again. I guess this is how I've always written. I don't think I'll be creating characters or plot lines. maybe my life story is just as interesting. It would have some fictitious bits but the plot in itself would be fairly interesting. I'm also just writing to keep my mind occupied. There was something in the bedroom next door that moved when I walked by. I'm trying really hard not to think about it but I just did considering I just wrote it. I keep hearing ticking. It's hard to forget that there is such an object called a clock, or better yet, a wrist watch. It ti