into an incoherent pile of junk.

I miss writing. I miss pouring out my thoughts despite my wonderfully enjoyable life (or lack thereof). I miss being able to think I’m being stupid with what I’m writing but jotting it down anyway, confirming peoples’ thoughts of whether I am a crazy-ass piece of crap or not. I miss being able to come up with nice words (Jeez man this is taking me too long to write! And it’s not exactly something I’d be proud to say is mine).

That being said, I’m planning to buy electric drums.