the wastebasket is a writer's best friend.

What can I tell you that I haven’t already said?

Nothing.

My life is at a stand still. Never moving forward. Always staying in the same spot.

I have nothing new to share with you, or be excited about.

Everyday I sit in the same room I have had since I was seven. Fading pink walls that rattle when the wind is just a little too strong. Slanted floors. Peeling paint. Dust and cobwebs cover every corner. This is what my life is. This is what I’m stuck in, with no way out.

I have no goals.
I have no plans.
I have no future.

I have nothing to look forward too.

I just sit here, day after day. I watch bad television online. I read horrible books. Pop cans and food wrappers cover my floor. It’s a sad life, and not one I would have pictured for myself.

I have no job. I have no education. I have no life.
I don’t have what I want. I don’t get what I ask for. I don’t have what I’ve worked for.
I have nothing.

I have lived 24 years and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing.

I have nothing new to tell you. Nothing extraordinary to share with you. No life changing ideas or goals or dreams.

It’s just me. Its always been just me.
Nothing special.