My journey of writing such an absurd and never heard of story continues today, while my eyes sting and my throat hurts.
Today was my PTM meeting. As expected, I didn't end up doing that good. My mother and I ended up having a bit of a cry and a screaming match.
I decide that the only way to get my nerves back in order is to go on to my computer and write something.
I open this word processor. I look around my house and think about what I should write. I see my brother practicing Chemistry in the living room. I look out the window and see a few cows grazing in the field behind my house. I see my mother enter her bedroom and close the door. Then the answer to my question hits me.
Duh, I tell myself. This story is about how you wrote it. So write about how you're writing it right now. And why.
So I write what is written so far and close the processor. I open it again after a few seconds. I look back at what I have just written.
I open a new tab, and start going on Facebook, stupidly wondering what I should write next. After a spot of Farmville and a small chat with a friend, I look at my pictures. I comment on every single one out of sheer boredom. I stalk my crush and comment on every single photo of his. An hour later, the answer hits me again.
I should just write what I am doing now. This is how I'm writing this.
I write what I have just written, and decide that what ever I can write more currently would be too monotonous, since I would be doing the same things. I stop for now.