Bah...

I can't really be bothered to write anything that matters anymore. I'm somewhat busy, tired and uninspired. I do not write of joyful, meaningless things. I write of pain, anger and depression. So what do I do, when everything's just fine? All peachy? I either start to ruin it, so I can vent by writing... Or I give up writing. To be honest, I'm not sure which I will choose in the end. Writing is a big part of me, in a way. It's somewhat impossible for me to write, therefor, when I write something acceptable, it's a victory. It makes me feel proud of my self.
Oh my, my old favorite song just came on. I cannot be angry when it's playing. Is it a sign? Perhaps. God... I'll get back to you in the next century, I guess. bah