Senseless, I know

All right there, here I am, sitting before the computer, thinking, “Its high time I wrote something…let me write.” But you know what? I don’t know what to write. Idiotic as this may sound, but I just cannot think of a topic to write upon….Well, actually, no. I can think of several topics worth writing about, but I just don’t seem to have enough to write!! I know I sound rather incomprehensible, but heck, it’s the truth. And don’t they say, it’s always better to have the truth out? Apparently, one feels lighter on admitting the truth. Surprisingly, I don’t feel the difference. I’m still bored, sleepy, and irritated. Bored coz I don’t have something to do, Sleepy coz I slept rather late and woke up rather early, and Irritated coz I don’t have anything to write!!
Sometimes, you just sit there, pondering about life, yourself, your surroundings, cursing them, praising them, laughing at them, laughing with them…..you might say, these are symptoms of lethargy, so be it. And I happily accept it, I’m lazy, lethargic, and a little spoilt. But that doesn’t change the fact that I ponder. I think about things not exactly worth thinking about. Senseless and weird stuff. *shrugs*
You know, my room has this very cozy chair, and I love sitting on it with my diary in one hand, a pen in the other and just doodle. Sometimes I write too. But I haven’t done any of that lately. Because it seems that I’m out of ideas. Unfortunate, isn’t it? Anyway, my doodling mainly consists of my name tried out in a thousand different fonts, a few random sketches of things, mehandi (henna) designs, and sometimes even goth-looking tattoos. It actually all depends on my mood. And trust me, my mood swings faster than a clock ticks. You wouldn’t want to cross me when I’m having one of those infamous swings, really. Ask anyone. They all agree.
Anyway, we were talking about writing, and the urge to write (or, lack of it). See the thing is, I really try. I do. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. Patah nahi kya problem hai yaar. Bas nahi hota aaj kal. These things happen, I’m often told. But what I actually want to hear is why do they happen? *sigh*
Okay, I think I’ll shut up now. Spoken enough nonsense, haven’t i. Rofl. Bye, bye people. And please pray for me. That I get that urge to WRITE back again ;-)