There’s nothing I can do,
At the end of the summer.
I started writing in a journal. Attempt #63820194775783200127. It’s a bit narcissistic, but I have no other hobbies. I don’t run, I don’t go to the gym; I’m lazy. It’s a good time for me to write, even if it’s about myself. I’ve heard that writing in a journal helps you to become a better writer overall, so maybe I can use that to my advantage. Maybe I can find something to write about, and like… Write it. After all, who hasn’t fantasized about writing something that doesn’t suck?