Shitty writer

I want to write something.

But I can’t think of a particular topic to write about because my head is crammed with various thoughts of equal importance to me.

Maybe, I’m just like Augustus Waters. (Or maybe becauseย Ansel Elgort is messing with my head. And I can’t think properly because every time I look atย my phone, Iย see his face on my home screen.)


My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.

The Fault in Our Stars, John Green