What do you do when you know that your life is really not that great? I have no drive to do anything and people still read my blog trying to find an ending or a reason for my writings. I don’t really have a reason or an objective or anything to really focus on. I just write. People read. I never really cared who or why. I never thought that anyone would take any interest in reading an open diary of random thoughts of a person like me. In real life people don’t take any interest in me. Don’t even talk to me much or care to ask how I am. Yet, they would rather spend time reading my blog and not talk to me. I never knew why.
Is my writing that different to who I really am that people would rather read than talk to me?
I never understood people, and at times I really wished I never made this blog, but I had my reasons. Now, I have no reason to keep writing. I don’t benefit from writing on here or present anything interesting to the world that someone else out there hasn’t done. It’s better to just have a private diary and just write on it from now on.
I don’t know what to do anymore, but I know that maintaining a daily blog has become pointless.
Is my writing that different to who I really am that people would rather read than talk to me?
I never understood people, and at times I really wished I never made this blog, but I had my reasons. Now, I have no reason to keep writing. I don’t benefit from writing on here or present anything interesting to the world that someone else out there hasn’t done. It’s better to just have a private diary and just write on it from now on.
I don’t know what to do anymore, but I know that maintaining a daily blog has become pointless.
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