Wanting to Write

I don’t even know what to say anymore. Anything I’ve managed to spew out is only worth 140 characters at a time.

But why am I writing more than that? What’s making me go? I’m not sure. It’s something in me, just wanting to come out and say something. There’s nothing much to say. She’s like any other bitch…

That makes me like any other guy? I guess that’s what I’ve wanted all along.

 

I wish I could actually write something worth reading. Something that had some sort of answers. There’s nothing here but a bunch of speculation and fear. Then I start to look around.

I need some time alone.

I need some company.

I don’t give a fuck.