It's one of those days.

So I'm going to start really being active on mibba. It's decided. I'm not going to be the weird creep that just silently reads everything and posts every blue moon anymore. I'm actually going to write. Even if it's just to write, I don't know, nonsense. Or hear the ever so comforting clacking of the laptop keys. Like the fucking sound of rain emanating from my fingertips. I used to really write, like fill up journal after journal and make a fucking bookshelf out of them. A long string of thoughts, daydreams, beliefs, odd stories that made absolutely no sense, and crazy doodles. A shit ton of doodles. I should pick up my art again. I want to stay consistent with my poetry as well. But I have yet to write anything I'm happy with. I'm feeling mediocre. And slightly lethargic. Like a fucking snail that wishes it was a silkworm. I've always felt more inspired when I just did the whole stream of consciousness thing. It's like inspiration has abandoned me and I forgot how to write. I should stop cursing, too. People that curse are just people that don't have a diverse enough vocabulary, so they say. But fuck it. I like it. It's ironically clean and simple. Fucking raw. So, I guess that's what I have to say for tonight. Who gives a shit if my vocabulary is not expansive enough, right?