Writer’s block is horrible.
So get this, I’m sitting here, and it’s 3AM, and I still haven’t gotten anything done. I’m a horrible wreck; my life feels like it could only go downhill from there. But you know what? If that’s the worst I’ve felt so far, then life couldn’t be that bad for me. I mean sure, I have issues. Maybe I’ve written sadistic stories involving burning people, and maybe I’ve been referred to a doctor, but what difference does that make?
I’m a guy, like any other guy, that wants to do something. But the difference is, I want to achieve something. But I’m still sitting there, wondering what to do with my life. I’m wondering, “What am I supposed to do? What do I want to do with my life?” Not that I’m looking for a job, I just wanted something that made me stand out from everyone. Once I hit high school, I was the same as everyone else, so I needed something else, something besides my cheery personality.
But what? What could a 14-year-old do? They can barely make money. They can barely get a job. No one is going to take them seriously. At that point, I realized that the internet was perfect! What better place to do something, young or old, than the internet? You’re just a name, and you don’t have to provide your age. So I decided to go with a blog.
But hey, what can I say? Things are turning out pretty good. So here I am, typing away at my keyboard. I still play games though, which is what most of my time is spent doing. Not that I’m not writing for Slice of Paper. It’s just I feel inadequate now, to run this blog.
Am I quitting? No.
Is a real story coming soon? Yes.
Serious? Yes.
Lies? No.
