baby's first laptop
will this help me write? to be able to sit on my lazy ever-growing ass and tip tap type away my time? and if i write, will it even fucking matter? ridiculous ideas i had, as a child. the only idea i had- that i could write for a life, that words would fuel me, that eruptions of emotions would prove poetic and beautiful, relate-able and profitable.
i was taught nothing of discipline. nothing of skill. nothing of sharpening one's blade. i was taught nothing of the real world, how living a life actually worked. i was taught to mourn before death.
living in a world now where every one journals, everyone blogs and vlogs and channels themselves. so much bullshit to say. so much bullshit.
i was taught nothing of discipline. nothing of skill. nothing of sharpening one's blade. i was taught nothing of the real world, how living a life actually worked. i was taught to mourn before death.
living in a world now where every one journals, everyone blogs and vlogs and channels themselves. so much bullshit to say. so much bullshit.