story two

I am a heart-broken teenager boy. In the absence of writing experience, I dare to write. My belief is "something is better than nothing". this makes me spend my leisure time "writing". I also have a firm belief that it would substitute my deceitful friends. I find it a very interesting job.I am gullible. I am unable to concentrate on my work and this makes move to storytelling, though I have never written one. but when I read poignant stories published here, I feel why can't I do if they are doing this. You may find my writings laughable. but this will make me feel that I am, at least, worth surviving on this earth because, if me not, my writings are making people laugh. I am not futile on this earth. My writings may be inadequate to influence your mind. But it is just a start.  I already mentioned here I am a naive boy. Gradually, I would learn the things. I am a vibrant example of failure. I am endeavouring to try my unlucky luck here. I have heard break-ups have the potential to turn you into a shayar. I hope and wish you people are altruistic and allow me to be what I am. I know storytellers are never deceivers. I think a majority of friends here are suffering some kind of pain.  I know, you would motivate me to grow under your guidance. because I have been misguided all my life.

This is less a story and more my description and derision. 

I am a social media addict but willing to renounce it as it is detrimental.I am very often a pessimistic person. I am unemployed. I am despondent. Melancholy has surrounded me and holding me back. I hate to live in solitude but end up reading novels. I read self-help books but it's not working. I don't like to socialize either. 

I keep on thinking about the ways to increase my productivity.But some kind of unknown fear dissuades me to make a start.Only cause of my problems is me. I worry much and do less. It has become my habit and hence it affects my personality. I am the one who can't distinguish between addiction and love. I often end up believing my habits as my love. My recent breakup reminds me of my bad habits. I was merely addicted to her. Anyway, it is unfair to call it break up. A  more appropriate phrase would be "Independence from addiction".

I really have no idea about what the stuff I have written.