Is living this boring I often asked myself as i sat in my room doomscrolling I felt the sudden feeling of wortlessness I felt like i was wasting something wasting time that I could spend doing something actually productive i got up from my chair but soon sat back down why you may ask ? It's simple I do not know what else to do .I tried drawing but I could only copy not produce something of my own ,I tried to dance my fucking hips are stiff I feel like a robot trying to do humanly things ,I tried to cook but I am too unattentive and soon will forget what is on the stove . Tsk I am a loser so my last resort is writing so here I am i don't know if it'll work but I got to try atleast .
This is neither a story nor an autobiography I am about to express my feelings whatever I'm feeling in this novel .
My thoughts are not that deep so expect less of those philosophical nonsense you may expect and expect lots of bullshit thoughts which neither you nor I can predict .
P.S english is not my first language so don't mind if my grammar is incorrect feel free to correct it .