I don’t want to write this. I have never really enjoyed writing, and I especially despise writing about myself. I don’t want to write. I’m tired, I don’t enjoy this assignment, and most importantly, I’m unmotivated. I’m only writing this because I don’t want to do a lot of work last minute. I don’t want to post this either. 

I suppose I’ll have to since this is an assignment. As much as I don’t want to, I’ll do it for my grade, I guess. My terrible writing, my terrible complaints will be plastered on the internet. Maybe not on a big scale, but I’d rather no one see this. I suppose people will read it, mostly classmates since Fitz will probably force commenting sooner or later. And then Fitz will comment too. I don’t want to post this, I don’t want people to read it, and I don’t want people to comment, since that is proof that people have read this. I suppose this will happen sooner or later in life. 

I hope that people will forget about this. This terrible piece of writing, unworthy of even being called writing. But alas, this piece is probably bad enough to scare whoever reads it. I hope they will be fine afterwards. I hope that someone will write something good, something that people can use to forget about this piece. Something even worse would also work, although I don’t think it’s possible to write worse than I am now. 

I have to talk about myself for this piece, as much as I hate it. From inference from the first few paragraphs, you can guess that I probably hate my own writing, doubt myself a lot, and would prefer others to not read his writing, for he thinks it’s too bad. And I have to say, not matter how bad of a writing you think I am—I’m probably worse. But that’s going on a tangent from the point of this assignment. I have to continue to write about myself, despite my internal screaming to stop.

I don’t know what to put here. As mentioned before, I would like to refuse to put things here, to not write about myself. I guess I’ll just list random things. I don’t like to write, I don’t like spring very much, and I really don’t like how bad this sentence is. I mean I’m just listing things, and I’ve already mentioned one earlier. I’m also re-using “I don’t”, which doesn’t feel quite right. I don’t like this at all.

I could hope that through writing about my hate for this assignment that people will learn a bit about me. Maybe they will see that I don’t like writing, that I don’t enjoy public attention, that I get off topic easily, that I don’t like doing work that I don’t like, and that I’m lazy. And unmotivated. I could hope that people will realize this, so then I won’t have to keep writing about myself. But that only reveals a small part of me. So I could, and I probably should, keep writing about myself, if I want a good grade. I could also just wait for time to run out too.

I have about 10 minutes left before my 30 minutes to write this expire. I could claim that time ran out, and that I can’t write more, but by putting the last 2 sentences on paper, I am removing myself of that excuse. Kind of ironic. I have a desire not to write, yet my desire to write for a good grade has removed my excuse not to write. And I’m shocked. I have already written over a page. Who knew writing about not wanting to write could create so many words? I have to remember this for the future.

I want to end here. I would like to not write anymore. But that would leave the reader only reading about a bad side of me. That I’m lazy, only doing things for points, and doubt myself. I don’t exactly want that. I want to at least show some good aspect of me, rather than not. However, I’m running out of time. I want to show that I’m not just a lazy person, but my 30 minutes are up. Hopefully this last paragraph shows that I want to do things well, even if I don’t enjoy what I’m doing. Or it will look like a convenient excuse. Whatever the case, I hope you forget about this writing soon. Or now. Now would be great.