Call me Little T... just sketching a rough draft of life.

By my count, this guy has written exactly one blog post since winter break started, and then completely disappeared. Somehow that drained my own motivation too.

Now I glance at the date on the bottom of my computer screen and realize it’s already February. In less than half a month, I’ll be leaving home again and heading back to that chaotic place.

It feels pretty miserable, honestly.

Lately my days have been incredibly sluggish. They barely feel like days at all. TV dramas, sleep, the bathroom, the road outside... those are basically the only places where I seem to exist. The time I spend sitting in front of the computer keeps shrinking. Am I regressing, or have I simply stopped evolving?

So here I am, writing this at the beginning of February as a warning to Brother T: time has moved on. Are you really saving something big for your 200th post? Some kind of reveal? I’m actually looking forward to it.

In any case, for someone like me—with nothing exciting to share and nothing much worth recording—writing a blog post feels like it takes years off my life. Little T has been out there having a grand time for so long... the photos... and even that beach snapshot with those casual words on it... I’m looking forward to all of it.

At this point, my life seems to consist of only two things: wasting time and waiting for something to happen.

Postscript: Just so this makes sense—Little T isn’t me. He’s a good friend of mine. The reason I brought him up is simple: his blog hasn’t been updated in ages, and somehow that made me lose the urge to update mine too. So with my own blog sitting this quiet, I’ve decided to pin the blame on him. That, more or less, was the whole point of this post.