so here i am...
so here i am, in front of this computer screen - with nothing worth writing about, with nothing important or meaningful to say. as i sit here in boredom, the world around me is alive and busy, doing, saying, writing meaningful and important things. i sit here wanting to write something, anything, but my mind is a blank full of nothingness. what do i write about? what do i fill this empty screen with? what do i do?
i've come to the point where nothing interests me. i sit on msn chatting away and all i can think of is wanting to leave, just stopping the conversation dead middle and getting up and going off somewhere else. i don't know what it is. i've become bored with this average life of mine. i've become bored with doing the same things day in and day out.
i sit here...looking at the room i'm in, at its violet walls and the pictures that are hanging, and the clutter around the room. i just sit here listening to the sounds of wonderful melodies and i do nothing. i am at a blank. i have so much i can rant about, so much i can write about...but...but there is something stopping me, something that is making this very hard to accomplish. it was never this difficult to write before...i would just get a clean sheet and write my heart out...but something has changed, something is different. and i don't know what it is. i just don't know.
so here i am, sitting in this room with all its clutter and pictures on the walls with nothing to say...
so, i think i'm going to get a drink of water.
i've come to the point where nothing interests me. i sit on msn chatting away and all i can think of is wanting to leave, just stopping the conversation dead middle and getting up and going off somewhere else. i don't know what it is. i've become bored with this average life of mine. i've become bored with doing the same things day in and day out.
i sit here...looking at the room i'm in, at its violet walls and the pictures that are hanging, and the clutter around the room. i just sit here listening to the sounds of wonderful melodies and i do nothing. i am at a blank. i have so much i can rant about, so much i can write about...but...but there is something stopping me, something that is making this very hard to accomplish. it was never this difficult to write before...i would just get a clean sheet and write my heart out...but something has changed, something is different. and i don't know what it is. i just don't know.
so here i am, sitting in this room with all its clutter and pictures on the walls with nothing to say...
so, i think i'm going to get a drink of water.
2 Comments:
Is that an alcoholic drink because that might help you to relax a bit and figure out what has changed?
You're an important person; what you say is therefore inherently important.
Not to mention, your entire post was pretty meaningful, especially to me.
It's not writers block; it's writers traffic jam. There's so much that wants to get out that none if it can fit through the tiny aperature at the tips of our fingers.
Maybe get a change of scenery. Go people watch. I hear there's a Starbucks in your area. ;)
Good luck. Happy Tuesday.
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