Let's avoid this.

It's 4:39am. I don't know what to write this time, I don't know because I do not think I am a good writer. I write usually because I want to say something, but usually it's in the throws of my alcoholic whims. I pine for a day that I can say I write with such prose as the people in magazines and journalists who speak about the world. It's a bit maddening, to say the least, to be in such shadows of titans. Many times I blather on about my feelings, but I love to use the words in ways that sound beautiful. Regardless of the hugely ridiculous meanings behind them. Looping words together in a sentence that makes one question where the writer's mind was at the time. If I could write poetry, I would. Yet I find myself in a world where I could never in a million years attempt to make such words sparkle like poets do. Maybe, in the future, I would be able to form things. Tonight though, I cannot. So here's to tomorrow, and tomorrow. To the future!