Write what's on your mind

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Sometimes I want to write but the time is null, but when I'm free my mind gets distracted by the hazy, lazy weight of words and stuttered sounds of barking dogs outside my room.

Also, I'm currently obsessed with the word "albor".

Primal Fear has an excellent final act, and I downloaded Fallout 4 last night before passing out. I should start playing that within the hour. I hope it's at least decent enough to keep me immersed even to a 1/10th of the degree that The Witcher 3 did.

I just hope that the self-help book I'm reading will help me get better

It's been 11 years and a few months since I started writing this thing. At a glance of the rate I'm going, it doesn't seem like I will finish this in the next 11 years, but my spirits are always high. I am always thinking "I will surely finish this before I am trapped by the 'no time to write, hafta' work to pay bills and buy food' snare. I have a weak grasp on reality, and even a weaker grasp on time management. How will I survive, at all?

Is there any way to learn how to better pace your writing?
I'm worried I'm padding out shit too much, but I try to keep everything relevant and meaningful, but also at the same time I think it's starting to take too long to get to the meat of the plot.
But I also worry if I don't do it then the story will feel like it moves by too quickly or that it will end up too short.

i so wish i could just shamelessly dedicate my life to playing video games, millions of people all over the world do, but for some reason i just can't, not after i hit a certain age, some of these new games are fucking amazing too, idk what my problem is man

just b yourself

Here I am, eating pretzels and drinking cheap beer from a paper cup while my head begins to pound. Is this what the gods of the old ages felt? Did Mercury even lay on his bed, clutching his aching feet and cursing the winged shoes? Did porcelain pale Diana rave against the moon for its light which, though gentle compared to the endless ache of day, is enough to send her mind into an agony of pain?

I want to hold hands with this cute guy I met. Why I am so shy next to him? Yesterday I felt sweetened by just looking at his blue eyes at night. Went to his home with a friend while we were waiting for going to the theater. It seems he likes me too but it is too soon.