Vinylic.
Woke?
I drew nothing for 6 momths.
And then I haven't held a pencil for 8 months. Random thoughts over and over. Right now, I'm thinking if people we're to just go to local stores or restaurants to transfer applications to their devices, instead of applying at the exact places at the comfort of your own home, maybe we wouldn't be so lazy. I still hate applying online, and there are barely any papers to write on. By now, I probably became terrible at writing. I haven't touched a book to read and learn or pencil to write on. Obviously, people are forcing me to, but that's just keeping me even further away from doing them.
I don't feel any better if I did them anyways. Entertainment is just my temporary relief, and I don't think I can deny that. All I am left to do is ponder while I walk a path I never intended to choose. I don't know if I'm depressed anymore. I like helping out, but that caused me to help a man rob something from Walmart, and i never even knew until I saw him drop a box of a hundred dollar dvd player. At that point, he just uses the two dollars I gave him and take the bus after he waves his goodbyes and give me thanks. I just stood there.
He claimed to be death and mute by writing with a pen and several napkins. He looked crazy, and was in a hurry. He lied that his car broke down. He was covering the stolen dvd player with his red jacket, and I stood there confused and decided to see what I could do.
The doctors claimed that I have nothing wrong. I don't have adhd, I don't have autism, i have absolutely no mental conditions and stuff. I still feel off.
I seem to think way too much. I'm just gonna try to sleep.
And then I haven't held a pencil for 8 months. Random thoughts over and over. Right now, I'm thinking if people we're to just go to local stores or restaurants to transfer applications to their devices, instead of applying at the exact places at the comfort of your own home, maybe we wouldn't be so lazy. I still hate applying online, and there are barely any papers to write on. By now, I probably became terrible at writing. I haven't touched a book to read and learn or pencil to write on. Obviously, people are forcing me to, but that's just keeping me even further away from doing them.
I don't feel any better if I did them anyways. Entertainment is just my temporary relief, and I don't think I can deny that. All I am left to do is ponder while I walk a path I never intended to choose. I don't know if I'm depressed anymore. I like helping out, but that caused me to help a man rob something from Walmart, and i never even knew until I saw him drop a box of a hundred dollar dvd player. At that point, he just uses the two dollars I gave him and take the bus after he waves his goodbyes and give me thanks. I just stood there.
He claimed to be death and mute by writing with a pen and several napkins. He looked crazy, and was in a hurry. He lied that his car broke down. He was covering the stolen dvd player with his red jacket, and I stood there confused and decided to see what I could do.
The doctors claimed that I have nothing wrong. I don't have adhd, I don't have autism, i have absolutely no mental conditions and stuff. I still feel off.
I seem to think way too much. I'm just gonna try to sleep.