I can't remember the last time I typed anything for fun.
As in, for the sake of writing out what's in my head.

I think a lot, really I do.
Just not about what I'm supposed to do.

What I think about is something along the lines of
characters
stories
plots
people who don't matter
philosophical stuff like
whether a tree makes a sound when it falls when nobody hears it

things like that.
it's quite boring to be me really.
everybody thinks you're kinda weird
and you never really are able to accept yourself
and love yourself for who you are,
whatever the hell that you are.
I should have written me.

but no, i shall resist.
how am i ever going to face up to truth if i don't stop editing myself out?
i should start now.

but i've already begun censoring my words.
what a shame that is.