I just read 128 entries from an old blog and realized, wow… I’ve really turned to shit with my writing. I’ve become careless, boring and even… unemotional. OH, THE TRAVESTY!
I blame it on my iPhone. Before I had a smart phone, I was left to wander the boredom of my mind with curiosities. While the curiosities still remain, they’re not nearly as invading as they were before. However, I never thought my writing would suffer like this.
The past two years have been a blur for me really. Where I used to find colors has been bleached out by the boredom of living in a desert. Life here is a big, tan nothingness. The people are boring and rude — there’s nothing to do but drink or go to the movies. The Mexican food is insulting and there’s nothing really remarkable about it. It’s a boring brown suburb, on a big, colorful map. And I’m right in the center of it.
And amid all of this shit-talk happening right now, I realized that I haven’t written anything positive in quite a while.