Dear Whoever is Reading This:
I sincerely do not know what to write
about. My mind is like a blank canvas at the moment that is lacking inspiration
and color. I could always write about anything, because words can describe
everything. But, unfortunately, at this moment in time... I have nothing.
Perhaps I could write about how a crack in the wall reminds me of Doctor Who and the impossibility of time being ruptured throughout the universe. I could write about how angry I am that my headphones are refusing to work, and that I cannot simply watch any of my favorite television series without sound. I could also write about how hungry I am and how good a burger and a milkshake sounds at the moment, but that would only make me more hungry- even though the kitchen is literally down the hallway from my room and I am too lazy to get up and make myself something.
I could write a review on John Green's
book, "The Fault in Our Stars", but that requires thinking and my
brain cells are currently not functioning properly.
How do authors and poets and speakers come
up with the right words to say? I never can think of anything creative or
thought- provoking.
Maybe it is because at least two hundred
and fifty words are required for me to write for each blog, and to be honest I
am not intelligent enough to hash out two hundred and fifty words of pure
savvy.
I feel like I am on a ranting rampaging.
But I really am not. To be honest I am attempting to fill up enough blank space
with every letter of the alphabet until this Word document informs me that I
have reached my goal of two hundred and fifty.
Oh, look, I am at two hundred and ninety-
nine plus words now.
Sincerely,
What am I doing with my life?
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