A Scattered Brain ~ Fuck, I’m Tired.

I’m tired. Tired of life. Tired of being an adult. Tired of being tired. Tired of carrying what feels like the entire weight of an elephant in problems upon my achy shoulders. Some days, it’s a baby elephant. Other days, it’s like a papa elephant. Always a goddamn elephant. And yes, baby elephants are fucking…

A Scattered Brain On A Day In Writing

Sometimes, I’m not sure if I know how to write. It’s definitely not an easy task or profession. I can’t imagine it as a career. And then again, it’s all I imagine. Yet, I think it takes a certain kind of discipline which I currently lack. Or does it? We’re all different, so maybe what…

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