Bad Habits

I have a few bad habits. One of them is staying up late for no reason. Most of the time it's because I was out late at the weekend and then there's no reason to be up the next day. I'm currently in one of those cycles. It was a friend's birthday on Saturday. 'So what?' nobody asks...

I am killing time until I'm tired. And that time is being killed here. I have been neglecting my writing. I'm not a good writer in any sense of the word. I have a modest skill for articulation but I have no form. No pace or rhythm to what I'm typing/scribbling. I only usually do it as catharsis. In early years it was to show off. "Look how weird and funny I am". "Pay attention to me". If I didn't write it down I'd only end up muttering to myself when I thought I was alone. I caught myself more recently doing this again. But no longer is it funny stuff. It's not weird crap, slanted perspective to draw laughs. I have begun to sound out what my opinion is on a subject, any subject, and what my considerations are in order to reach them. It is good to know what I think given a subject, but it is not good to get caught doing it.

What am I saying? Nothing much. As I said above, I'm just killing time.