released from inertia
I used to write all the time. I have journals upon journals thrown in a box somewhere. Everyday like clockwork, since I was like, 8. I wrote about everything. There were only a few times in my life that I didn't. Probably because they were times I didnt exactly want to document. My life is so amazing right now but I cant help but feel bored. It just goes on, same things everyday. Maybe Im not taking time to appreciate the little things, regardless, Im bored. I know Im bored because I dont have anything to write about. Nothing to feel passionate about. At least when I was getting fucked up, and shit was bad, I could write, I could create. People dont create when they are happy. I never thought I would be complaining about being happy. Who would have thunk right? Anyway, maybe my writing wont seem as useless if there is a chance of someone reading it.