Nothing but filler
Yeah, still feel like crap. I don't know what I'm doing anymore, if I ever did before. I just can't seem to find anything that I truly enjoy. There are a few things that can hold my attention, get me out of my depression for a bit but nothing that really makes me happy.
It's hard to even imagine what would make me happy. I guess not being alone but man I just can't imagine all the talking. I write these blogs pretty slowly most of the time. Maybe a sentence a minute, maybe a little quicker if you include the rewrites. I like to think about what I'm saying. And I've gone back and read this shit. It can still be pretty stupid.
A 10-minute dialogue would be something like a 10-page script of which I'd have to write half of. 5 pages in 10 minutes, about the same amount of time I'd usually put out two paragraphs here. Imagine how much more stupider I'd be live.
I guess I could just say 'Um' a lot.
Well. Um. Yeah. Maybe.
It's hard to even imagine what would make me happy. I guess not being alone but man I just can't imagine all the talking. I write these blogs pretty slowly most of the time. Maybe a sentence a minute, maybe a little quicker if you include the rewrites. I like to think about what I'm saying. And I've gone back and read this shit. It can still be pretty stupid.
A 10-minute dialogue would be something like a 10-page script of which I'd have to write half of. 5 pages in 10 minutes, about the same amount of time I'd usually put out two paragraphs here. Imagine how much more stupider I'd be live.
I guess I could just say 'Um' a lot.
Well. Um. Yeah. Maybe.