Dialogue with my brain #1
6/2/21 Perhaps I will just write this here instead of posting it on Instagram. My followers are tired of my moping. Context: I was watching a livestream of a sports match where a friend was playing. My life is as interesting as watching paint dry. Perhaps it is as good as watching grass grow. But I read somewhere that certain types of grass grow insanely fast. So that would not be a suitable comparison. Do I wish I were her? Do I want to be playing <redacted>? I don’t even know how to play <redacted>. I am unfit and weak, and I have zero stamina. Do I wish I had learnt to play sports when I was younger? Perhaps I should have joined a CCA where I get to play in a team. What do I want? What do you want? What the fuck do you want? Now I just want to lie in bed. I like an insanely talented girl. Come to think about it, all my friends are insanely talented. I mean, I don’t even have that many friends. But the ones I have. They far eclipse me in terms of