Piss poor
One day, when I am big I am going to work out what it is that I want to be. It seems that most of the things I have done I have been reasonably successful, but I have got distracted, disinterested, and become poor at what I was doing. Run out of motivation because, as I like to tell myself, it is not what I really want to do. Because what I really want to do is write. But today I got a bit despondent as I re-read something I wrote last year, and it wad poor. Piss poor really.
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