52 bad short stories

There was a photo I saved to my phone about two year ago, it was a quote saying "write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad stories in a row." Ray Bradbury. I remember finding that quote and thinking that I am going to change the game. I am going to find my story! But I'm going to be honest, I dont think I wrote one because of it. It was only after taking a creative writing class that something resparked in me. 

can you tell i had a bad day

It's on days like today that I just want to shut off. I want everything in the world to forget about me, just for a moment. I want there to be nothing wait for me, I want no responsibily, I want no one checking in on me. I just want to be. 

Unfortunately, that's not the way the world works. It doesn't stop for anyone. I just want to shut my self away. The little things become unbarable and the little words said take a bigger affect on me than I'd like to have. One "bad" interaction and I am in bed under the covers, hoping everything fades away. 

driver's license

I can not believe the amount of attention Olivia Rodrigo is getting off of her new song. I think it is wikd with the amounf of turnout she was able to get for it. At first I had no clue what all of the hype was about. Was it a good song? Yes, that can not be denied. Was there an interesting story behind it? Kind of. 

isolation, something terrifying, something beautiful.

 For the past week, I have been stuck inside. There hasn't been much to occupy my mind, so most of the days it just wanders. It asks questions that may never be answered. My head has been filled with asking "why is the haze so thick?" "do my neighbors notice that I've been stuck here?" "Is my dog getting sick of me?" "How did that haze clear up so fast?" All very important questions, but none of them relevant. I have been stuck with four walls surrounding me. Not daring to share why I'm stuck to anybody, as if anybody would listen. 

nov 5- much needed change

 I have been in such a slump lately. I have felt no creative impulse, no motivation, and barely had a need for upkeep. For months now, I have felt stuck. There were no ups and downs, days blended together. I felt like an extra in my own movie. I had such a desperate need to change everything had control over, including but not limited to; my job, school, and even room. Every felt like a sticky mousetrap, and my life was unable to move forward. 

Then like as if the heavens heard my cry, new opportunities appeared. I was ready to break because I kept outgrowing the space I was left in, and instead of shattering everything around me, I was taken somewhere bigger. And now the air is so much thinner.