Why Do I Even Bother Novels & Stories

"Remember the day when I cut your hair?" "... What are the reasons behind all of this?" I felt dumbfounded, the occurrence overwhelms my entire being. I only thought that life is filled with vanity considering the fact that it arises the boredom within me yet now that I have faced difficulties, it made me think that it is even tiring than what I usually perceive at it.

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five "If you ever catch yourself wondering why you're doing this, just remind yourself that you're doing this for whatever hobby or interest or collection that you're doing and that there are better things to be doing with your time that you're not doing because you're working, because you need the money to be doing the things that you love, alright? You're doing this to write that novel, to make that painting, or pottery piece, or to buy those tulips for your garden. Not because you like standing around while some lady, with her screaming toddler, screams in your face and spits on ya', alright?"

Everything just sucks and I am tired. I made an attempt to call the doctor again but for no reason, I didn't since I am home today, let me do some work on my laptop to get myself busy, In the meantime, I am tired of starting afresh with companies, it makes me wonder, why don't I just start with my brand by airing a few entertainment online, I guess people will love it, they always love me so doing that won't be a problem right? I asked myself and I spent a lot of time on my laptop without blinking.

And later, we would be seeing him with their relatives. Oh God. I shake my head to shove all my insanity out. “Why am I even worried about those people?” I annoyingly uttered. I don’t even know them nor have seen them so why would I even bother on meeting them? I mean, I get that I have to but being bothersome for overthinking too much is way out of line. I was the only one overthinking here so I just have to calm myself—perhaps? Instead of continuing what I planned on doing, I decided not to work on our Thesis because first, I am not in the right mind to process and digest information and second, I have to calm myself before Damian will get back here.

should I be worried? Should I inform Amber about it?". "Hmm", I said. "indeed, obsession will make you do crazy things".

“Everything was good at Homecoming. And then… it’s like people woke up the next day and decided to be awful again. What changed?” I thought about that for a second. “Nothing,” I said finally. “That’s kind of the problem. People like things when they’re exciting and shiny. Then they get bored. Or jealous. Or uncomfortable.” She frowned. “Why uncomfortable?” “Because it’s easier to believe the world stays the same,” I said. “That people stay in their little boxes. When someone steps out of the box, it freaks them out.” She was quiet for a moment. “Do you ever wish we could just… not care?” she asked.

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

I frowned, confused. "But you're working at Kensington, aren't you?" "I am, but it's basically symbolic, considering it's not even my field," Olivia shrugged. "But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about a hobby. Something to clear your head. You're obsessed with this situation because you don't have anything else productive to focus on. Your mind just keeps chewing on the same problems over and over." I laughed for the first time since I'd left the apartment, recognizing the truth in her words.

"I'm busy, I have a child and a life to take care of. What's the matter? Why are you so worked up so early in the morning!?" "TV! Let's turn on the TV. The morning news is outrageous!"

Why… why do I feel like something is not right? Hah… but no matter what it was. Whether you are really alive or not… I don't fucking care. I can just finish the business I failed to do so…