Nothing really matters

I was supposed to write tonight, both on her and on SL. I was supposed to write two days ago about Preethi's birthday. I was supposed to write about sitting on Taylie's curb and conducting in front of the student body and shopping for Preference dresses with Caitlin.

I don't want to write about any of that.

I don't want to write about anything.

I don't want to romanticize everyday life. I don't want to answer essay prompts and fill out college applications. I don't want to write a 5-8 page explanatory paper on a topic in Africa. I don't want to write a new poem for Micaiah. I don't want to rewrite the drum major or my speech on love. I don't want to write; I'm barely managing to even type.

I'm just done.

To fulfill my requirement of following negativity with positivity. . . My mother bought me jewelry. I shall now strive to wear rings all the time.