n o t h i n g-a creative piece by me
Sometimes it feels like there's
n o t h i n g
And sometimes I care
Sometimes I don't
I'm such a liar. Spouting poetry when I break down like it's going to do anything. Telling my parents things that will never be true. And my friends. It's like everything is scripted. Nothing I do is real. And is that how everyone feels? Or am I only hearing the echo of my own desperate shouts. I use the word desperate a lot in things I write. And echo. I think that I think I use it more than I do, because whenever I write down the word I feel strange. In a good way. It gives me a purpose sort of? Like...desperate. This is such nonsense I don't even know what I'm writing. Just so we're clear, I never know what I'm writing. When it comes, it just does, all at once. Except when it's
n o t h i n g. But I can live with nothing. Apparently people go insane when they have nothing to do but stare at white walls. I've never been all that into physical activity, and doesn't everyone think they're special, so probably maybe I'd be fine?? I like to think about what I'd do. I'd sing. Talk to myself about my characters. About my secrets. Things I feel that no one will ever know about. I wish someone did know. Maybe they'd say I was crazy?? Would that make it better? It might actually. Like...it's not as big as I'm making it out to be. Everything. Because sometimes there's just n o t h i n g and I can live with it but I'm not sure about it all the time. It gets to a point where you get hurt a lot then you get used to it. Except I haven't yet which sucks. Should I use the word sucks?? Who cares? I maybe put too much effort into the words I put down. Maybe I'll delete this before I even post it. What was even the point of this post in the first place. I'm okay, by the way, nothing to worry about, I'm just thinking. About something. The problem is...I can never think about
n o t h i n g.
