It’s 4am. I actually woke up around 3am but couldn’t go back to sleep. I’ve got a bad case of writer’s block. My writing really sucks. Lately my sentence structure has been pretty simplistic, mostly “I [verb] [rest of sentence].” Ugh. It’s so stilted too. My writing used to be better than this. What the fuck happened? I read a lot. I thought that if you read a lot your writing would improve. Well, evidently not. I can spot spelling and simple grammatical mistakes easily but that doesn’t really get me anywhere. I feel like a spelling curmudgeon. Like, GOD why can’t people spell anymore? It’s all going down the drain. Ugh. Maybe my inability to write a coherent easy-to-read sentence is just an indication of just how far I’ve gone downhill. Or maybe I haven’t downhill, maybe it’s just more experience telling me how much I sucked all along. GOD what a curse. Or maybe I’m being too hard on myself. Gah. Most of the time I’m afraid I come off as pretentious. Maybe I am a little. It’s just a front to disguise a raging insecurity.
My roommate upstairs annoys me. Last night he came into the kitchen where I was eating microwave fettuccini alfredo and he said, “sounds good.” I corrected him, saying “smells good.” He was all huh? what? say what?
I SERIOUSLY need to get some perspective pronto. Sheesh. Need to get a life.