I lay here with my computer on my lap, typing and typing because I was bored. I was drained of great ideas. I was so drained that I just sat here, wasting precious time on trash I know will never be published- because it really is just trash. I pondered on this thought all the time, I kinda always did. I don't think there would ever be a time when you wouldn't see me thinking. It was what I did, ya know?
But hey. Who cares if you thought too much?
Who cares if you suck at writing?
Who cares if you're not perfect?
Today is gonna be fucking great because you're you and that's enough.
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