Misery stimulates the creativity.

We write about music, designs, ads, quotes, people, trends, events. You write about the next president, fashion, pictures, birds, cats, pigs, reading in stars..i dunno. And we hardly write about feelings, about perspectives. About a new stage in our lifes. Today i stopped there for a moment and found myself in this same-exactly unpleasant position.
We write about what we see, mainly about what is outside us, and we rarely convey the inside.
We write because our friend writes it too, we read because our classmate also does it. And still, that's funny because some of you expect that one day this will be a part of their past habits, that one day, they will wake up and be a grown-up.
We just like the way we are, the way people see us when in fact, they see nothing else but the things they are interested in.
Which is also logical.