Forced to write.
Write about myself.
Forced to share parts of myself even I don’t like or care to listen to.
Who wants to hear my story when they’re preoccupied making their own?
So I fabricate stories.
Just to get this done.
At least they can’t hold a fake story against me.
Maybe if my story was different I’d be okay to share,
Maybe a bit less mundane.
Maybe then even I would take the time to look at it.
Probably fabricated this.