useless words that i sat next to one another cause i was bored

I write things that r stupid but regardless of their meaning or the message or purpose behind them whatever the fuck, i wrote them and i’m bored so im gonna paste them here.

Sometimes I get mad at people for living in cliches, for being so entirely uncreative that they couldn’t come up with their own ideas. But you have to respect them for it. For no matter the cliche there’s work in it. If people want to live like dead poets society and run around the city writing and reading poetry then why is my place to tell them they’re basic? I have no right no place to even conjure such a thought. And it’s this idea that roots in my self loathing. Every art piece and screenplay I create, not that I’ve created that many, I see the warped reflections of every idea I’ve seen before. This leaves me feeling worse than when I created nothing. I veer away from popular media claiming to myself that it’s all eye candy and a guilty pleasure and bullshit lies I compose as forms of excuse. But whatever it’s fine i could reach deep inside myself and  think on this further but I won’t

Published by lornamusings

I write here when I delete all my social media and pretend I don’t exist. I’m a teenager who used to live on a beautiful farm by a creek tucked into the sweet aroma of Concord grapes. Now I live in a 15 story apartment complex above a dog park in Philadelphia.

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