I can't write {and it's killing me}.

 

If you haven't gotten it already, I can't write.

Every writer goes through phases of writer's block. Nobody is immune to that. I almost feel, though, that what I have is more than a bad case of writer's block.

I can't write.

And I honestly don't want to.

Alright, there is a piece of me still yearning to write something pretty and cry over it and fangirl, but the majority of me? No! For one thing, I just don't like where the family computer is {such a silly thing, I know, but it kills me. it does}. It's in the cold dark basement where nobody really goes. If I moved it {i'd have to get help 'cuz honestly who knows how to set a computer up} I might be encouraged to write more.

 This part is a problem with the future: people will want to read it. Yes, moms are fine {love you ma}, but my friends will want to.

And I'm scared that I'll give them a finished copy and they won't be able to get through it. They'll think it's boring and dull and they won't tell me, but I'll know.

Thank you for listening to my dull complaining, even if you've just skipped to the end.

Madeline

a later editing:

i've just peeked through my profile, and you know how they show all the blogs you follow? yeah? yeah. and so, it's sorta depressing to realize half of the blogs i follow aren't even up anymore. no, more than half. and what makes me even sadder is that I don't remember them. i don't remember why i chose to follow them, i don't remember their personality, i don't remember their posts.

and it stinks to think you spend so much time on your little space of the internet, and when you're gone, nobody remembers. ugh.

{i'm going to have a blog forever because i can't just leave and stop bugging you guys. ;)}

{{shoutout though, Piper. you have no blog, but i still remember you. you are fabulous, keep shining my little sugarplum. i hope you read this. <3}}