Copied From An Old Blog
Still writing
I’ve been away….
The long and thick of it, juxtaposition between my studies, of which are seemingly going along with a pace comparable to soul-destroying palliative care: I haven’t updated in such a long time and I know it is rather incoherent of me to do so. What has changed? What hasn’t? What could I do differently? I don’t know, because truthfully, I couldn’t care. There is a certain part of me that wants to continue to; to keep plowing on and writing but I know certain sections of that are in achievable:
NEW ERA
Yes..
It’s awful to say and even more awful to understand & realise: Unfortunately, and I really hate to even think about this-but I am now Twenty[20].
It’s a depressing thought, as I am no longer a Teenager, I’m not really young anymore and I can’t do much but protest too much and then realise I’m still in the same hole. Yes. This hole. There is no escape. The more I think about it, the more dehumanizing it is: I’ll be thirty in ten years and I still haven’t experienced anything close to what anyone else my age has experienced.
I fear and loathe for the day I’ll end up thirty, bitter and twisted, emotionally vivisected and dissected. Regardless of the age it doesn’t matter. I’ll still be involuntarily-single and hopeless; never achieving euphoria nor perfection whilst everyone else has it handed to them. Maybe it’s time to change myself.
Writing
Okay, so, on the subject of Writing, I feel confident to release an excerpt of my work, and I hope it is substantial enough: It should be. It is called British Robot.
You can find it here!
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It was 10:00 A.M, I had set off from Home and headed into Town. Today is the day that I got paid, so, I decided to actually spend my money on something useful, I don’t know what you would class as useful. Today, I bought a Moleskine Diary. It is only to plot events, I still write in my old Journal.