To solve a problem... you need a problem.
A) to solve a problem you have to have a problem at hand (tautology shit)
B) to solve a problem you firstly need an easier problem to tackle, something to train on before trying the hard problem.
Now, I have a plethora of problems. We can start with the fact that I'm writing on the fucking internet about me writing on the fucking internet!
Then another problem could be my sick passion for the confession without anything confessed.
Why do I feel this pulsion, this need, for writing (in a language which isn't mine) about nothing at all? Why this show with no audience + nothing to say?
Problems, yeah. Like the inability to express myself or the incapacity to keep people close or the almost nonexistent probability that I'll be able to finally find Peace.
You can say: "man, these are your problems? You stupid?", and you'd be right asking it.
Yes, these are my problems and probably you all are unaware of the fact that it's all killing me. To know that the others won't know, that's a heavy burden.
I want to be heard, I want to flow from day to day without feeling wasted.
And here's the answer: this shy blog-writing is the easy problem I'm solving before the big step. Telepathy.
Now I can go to sleep, I ain't feeling wasted for today.
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