I had something. I was drunk walking in my empty suburb at night, cars passing by at random intervals, all going at the same speed, 40 km/h. No(w), no, now I’m back home trying to recollect my memories, trying to get them down in words. Music playing into my left ear too lazy to take the earphone out. Messing with my ability to concentrate. My writing style is getting old I need to phase it out. Through the late night, the writer tries to dissociate from the way he expresses himself through words it proves to be quite challenging. I write these words but it’s kinda hard to change the way I write makes me think of high school, the fucked up way of forming direct phrases. My french low-key mixes in with the way I try to tell stuff. My text writing style also interferes cause I text like real quick as simple as possible tryna rush through the sentences. The writing style gets old because the way it is written is from the same perspective every single time. This ...