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To be Better
I have to completely cut my phone out of my life... Which is realistically not possible, because what if I get an important email or phone call? But is that even likely?
I dont think the complete cut off from my phone is realistic, even though I do waste most of my time on it- it's mainly through instagram and youtube. I know the phrase out of sight out of mind but I need my phone to contact people so what if we move the youtube (yt) and insta apps to an inconvenient spot so I feel less likely to use them... but what will I do when I'm bored oh I guess I could write.
So that may or may not work but what else can we do? To be better... I guess start going to the gym? I don't know anything abt the gym but I guess we could learn more. (When I use the term 'we' I refer to myself and I.)
And you know what maybe pokemon go can help get me to go outside more, maybe.
I don't have a full book plan on how to get better. I just know a few key issues I don't like abt myself and I'm trying to come up with solutions to lessen them.
But I still have no clue to what I'm doing.
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AHHHHHHH
I have no motivation to do anything. I watch youtube and doomscroll in my freetime instead of doing something better with my time,
I am completely self aware, atleast I think so, AND YET I continue with my destructive habits.
I need discipline so Imma try and cut access to my phone. Less phone time means more time for me to be productive right? Does that work? I am literally all by myself thinking through this. Is this even a good idea? No wait I need to make a pact or something...
I WANT TO BE BETTER
How will I be better? By... I guess not being on my phone and rotting on my bed. SO what will I do instead? I dunno, maybe practice writing and learn a language,..... Ahhhhhh I keep telling myself that I'd do these things but it never comes into fruition. I'll type here to make myself remember to do something. It's gotten to the point where in mid doomscroll I realize how useless and pointless everything was and then I scroll to the next funny video and forget about what I just said...
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I hate being Lazy
I'm writing my first short story, about Laziness and how a benevolent AI can easily become a parasite. Literally. I watched a few videos on how to write and stuff and I'm throwing myself to the challenge anyways. It's on wattpad and its not done yet or perfect but I'm not expecting perfection

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The otherside
It was always chilly this time of year, but somehow I think it was colder the day the world shifted. I tightened my crossed arms closer to my core, trying to shield myself against the harsh gusts of wind. After a wave of frozen daggers subsided, I slowly looked up and examined the star-filled sky. Elegant streaks of greens and violets flowed in front of me as the last remnant of day begins to fade away. Soon the city will be plunged in total darkness. The only source of manmade light in the entire city was tucked away in an abandoned apartment. I sat on the balcony’s railing with my feet dangling off the side of the skyscraper. It used to be a decent 4 and a half stars rated hotel. As a kid I had always hoped that someday I could take the elevator all the way up to the glass pyramid shaped roof and take a view of the entire city. But now, the only inhabitants were a couple phantoms and 4 and a half unlucky reconnaissance workers. But to the people who sent them, we were seen as nothing more than sharkbait. A necessary sacrifice to ensure the continuation of whatever was left of humanity.
I looked down at my feet, the stars joined the bioluminescent city lights, creating an outline of the city against a black backdrop. Behind the glowing plants and mushrooms, down past the rows of hotels, commercial buildings, small family shops, coffee shops-anything that was bolted to the ground when the city turned 90 degrees, laid an empty black void. I stared into the abyss. If I leaned a little bit forward I would fall, until, until…
Until what?
Nothing ever returned from a voyage into the pit. Not a drone, not a piece of measuring equipment on a piece of long string, and especially not a person. Nothing ever comes back. Yet, here we are, ready to plunge feet first into the unknown.
(I'm trying to write a silly little story any criticism is highly appreciated! This is just a rough draft I know I didn't really introduce the plot, characters, or anything like that)
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Sand doesn’t connect
Cables
If wires can connect people thousands of feet away then why can't my veins do the same?
I carry a few tools and a bundle of various wires to the bathroom. I stare at the mirror. I see veins flowing under my skin begging for connection. I clawed at my skin to set them free. I dug further and further and then I carefully sliced and stuffed them with copper wiring.
I glanced at my teeth. Nerves laid underneath them. I grabbed a set of pliers and did work with them. I crushed and plucked and then I jammed usbs and headphone jacks.
I wrapped wires around and round myself, then I stared back into myself. A conglomeration of flesh and wires all bundled up stood before. Two eyes stared back. Wires were jammed in until they reached the end of the skull.
I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I stood there staring at those eyes.
“Why can’t they have been someone else's?” I cried.
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Last Whisper to the World
The lone man walked through the halls of an abounded school
A poster on the wall read "We're the lucky ones"
"We're the lucky ones" the man said to himself.
"We're the lucky ones" the man said aloud, emphasizing that now useless word for no one to hear.
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I can type I learned how to type Þ
Þ (alt 0222) is a symbol called thorn. It makes a th sound like in think or thought
Imma single handily bring it back
Lowercase þ and uppercase Þ look pretty similar. But then again other letters are like that like w W u U i I o O p P s S l z Z x X c C v V so it's not that big of a deal
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Other side
I got this very original story idea of nyc being flipped 90 degrees. A team of highly unqualified people have to travel through the city and reach the stature of liberty to fix the earth or smth.
I gotta learn how to draw and make characters now dang
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I'm making a story but I have no idea what I'm doing
I've been wanting to write stories for a while but I always tell myself that I'm not a writer
(Which is true I haven't written a story before)
and that I have no art skills
(also true I only took one art class in my life)
but I'm going to do it anyways. Imma make a comic 100 percent done by me for me because i want to.
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