Because I don't look cool in shorts.

I don't know what the deal is, but I always get bored with whatever it is I'm doing while I'm doing it. So the endings of my stories always end up fizzling out. It's not for a lack of enthusiasm, though. Well, it is. I just get bored and move on to the next thing. Maybe it's some sort of self-sabotage where I stop myself from finishing something good because I don't actually want to achieve anything. That doesn't bother me as much as it should, I guess. But look at this; this is garbage.

I think, really that I just need a break. Camping will be a good time to just unwind. And reflect.

It blows my mind to think about what was happening an entire year ago. How different things were.

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Anonymous said…

Well, kinda same here...

Like whenever I do something, and wished it to be done, there're always a lot of things that makes it...

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not-to-be-done...

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Like what I'd wish for
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maybe because of distractions and some new enthusiasm to make another new things........

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I guess...

March 10, 2010 at 8:01 PM

Carolynn said…

No garbage. Just needs more attention.

March 11, 2010 at 9:56 AM

Side effects include constant irritability, being an ass.

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Pseudo-science (like psych).

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