Scrap it and do something else

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Some “free writing” Sometimes I wonder why I even bother posting anything on Instagram. It doesn’t matter what I post I get no reaction anymore. It’s doesn’t matter what quality the photos are either. Well, eff you. I rather do something else. It’s a pain to do anything with the tablet I’ve got. I can’t get the whole app to download on my mobile so I scrap the whole thing. They can keep the stupid Instagram. It sucks big time anyway. Even Twitter has become a bore. Especially after they decided to change the whole layout. Their app is crap as well and now they put it on the computer version too.

I don’t know why I bother with anything. Everything goes to death ears. It’s like talking to a wall. At least a wall listens. It feels like everyone hates me and they don’t want me around. But of course, that’s not the truth at all. It just feels like it. I just hate it when I can’t get anyone to get to know me. All the men in this country are idiots too. I’m gonna die alone but I don’t give a damn. It’s like Madonna sings in Express yourself. Let me find the lyrics.

Second best is never enough
You’ll do much better, baby, on your own

Let others waste their time on finding true love from idiots. I’ve got better things to do. Sorry if you don’t agree but that’s how I feel. Feel free to live your life the way you want. That’s not mine. All the good men are taken or they don’t even know I exist. Or they’re famous. I won’t mention who because then you think I’m a fool for liking someone like that. I’m too old to fancy celebs even though I hate that word when it comes to that person. OK, too private.

This free writing should become a habit of mine but not against time. My time would be up ages ago. Free writing means that you write what comes to mind at a certain time. I just can’t type that fast so it takes much longer. My brain works too fast so I don’t have time to write it down. I don’t want to leave write something I don’t know want people to know. That means too personal stuff. What I mean by that you can’t try to figure it out yourself. I won’t give you the answer though. So haha. Smilie here. Or whatever it’s spelt. I don’t have time to check. My program is coming soon so I have to finish this post before that. I have to check out the spelling before I post it.

You can now forget what I wrote in this post in the beginning. That rant is over. It doesn’t take long before I’m over it. I’m not angry for long. At least upset. I don’t know if that’s right English but I have no time to write anything else. So goodbye for now.

It takes skill to keep up with all the bull

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It’s been a hell of a frustrating time. Problems with internet connections. Feeling untalented and unwanted. It takes skill to keep up with all the bull. One of these things is social media and pain in the butt, Instagram. I found a way to post from the computer. Read about it here. But no one likes any of my post I’ve done so far. Maybe no one is seeing it. I guess you have to be an attention seeker to get you a like. I could do with one or two but now I don’t get any. Maybe I’m untalented and no one cares. Instagram is the worse social media platform I know. I’m thinking of deleting the whole account. What is the point of posting anything there? It’s so frustrating. Tags don’t help either. I don’t get how you can promote your business on Instagram. It’s all fake with all these empty promises they make. All you do is get lost in the jungle of all those photos. I was totally against the whole place but yet I still joined it. I wish I didn’t. It’s a depressive place. Other social media platform are no joy either but at least sometimes someone does see what I post. Even though it feels like talking to a wall. This post will be on Twitter but does anyone care?! NO! It’s only boring stuff there too.

I would probably lose my mind if I didn’t have the skill to keep up with all the bull that is going around. Stupid people everywhere. People with no common sense. Sometimes I wish I could throw a rock at them. The news is full of crazy people. Or celebrities having an age crisis. All you can think is, it has nothing to do with me. I have a life of my own. People can do whatever they want. It’s no concern of mine. It’s the world that has lost its mind and not me. I’ve been through so much in my own life so nothing shocks me. If it’s about death or drawbacks in life, nothing really surprises me. There is so much sadness in the world so you need to think about what’s good about it. It doesn’t really matter how many likes you get on social media or how many followers you have. It’s the people in your life that matters. They can give you a hard time too but everything doesn’t always be the way we wish. So I should really stop worrying about if someone likes my post on Instagram or not. Or any other social media platform for that matter. Like my dad usually says, take things like humour. In other words, don’t stress about things. There will always be idiots in the world and you shouldn’t take it personally.