Tekstit

Hah! New year's resolution. Yeah, right...

 It's been closer to two weeks since the new year started. My god, am I full of shit. Taks jar? I don't even want to see what other brilliant ideas I wrote down and forgot about five minutes after. They were brilliant ideas, sure. I won't be humble and deny that I bear so many great ideas, however the trouble is that I never actually implement any, and if I do, I still give up after a few days only. It's like a gorgeous apple tree full of fruit but you don't pick them in time and they rot. Why? Well, I simply become bored . A new routine? God, is there anything more boring than that? Why should I, would I live my life like a lunatic, following a schedule about when I should brush my teeth and eat 44,7 grams of oats for breakfast. I definitely tried that, but it seems like such a waste of thoughts and effort. It's functioning like a robot. That's not right. I keep thinking, what am I doing wrong? Why do I feel like I'm paralyzed, like there is nothing to ...

A New Year's Resolution

What is a new year's resolution? Making a promise to yourself? A chance to step into a new you, as the Earth travels around the sun once more? It could be that easy, if one was a robot working by a programme- Gosh, I am struggling to concentrate as I am listening to some bangers from the previous decades to drown out the noises of my mother's complaints about a chocolate overdose. It is slightly difficult to write down deep thoughts when Low by Flo Rida is playing. Perhaps I will switch to red noise. Now that that's settled, let's continue. It is currently 11:03. I have about an hour to write my resolution. This is a bit hurried, I suppose, as I didn't give it much thought before now.  I had gone outside on my own to see if I could spot some fireworks and now I came back inside to wait for a bit. I'll go back before midnight to see the biggest explosion of, well, explosions. My friend might join me as well. My family is as excited about these things as they woul...