Aficionado

I love to write. Especially when I start to feel shitty.

I am not an aficionado, nor am I a buff. I don’t consider myself a generalist; in fact I don’t know much stuff. I like to say life is my passion, but isn’t that a cop out? Probably would be doing better if I wasn’t a college drop out. I've got myself in gear but I’m stuck going in circles it makes me wonder what’s my motivation worth though. I look at fame here and fortune over there sitting my lap is heartless cold despair. Not feeling sorry just wondering what happened, gazing at this life I feel so fucking trapped in. Tapping at these keys is like a repetitive whine. Not really doing anything except wasting my fucking time.