She is a detour off the information superhighway

feel really, really miserable. Not so much because I am bored to death, but basically because I think I am drying up like a pentel pen with its cap missing somewhere. I can’t write. Not journal entries, but you know, stories? My main problem is this. I can’t think of anything that hasn’t been written about yet and when I do think of something that no one has thought of writing before I just can’t seem to find the right words to put it all together. It sucks so much. To make matters worse, my class is making a newspaper. It’s not graded or anything, but my classmates decided to organize our own newspaper because we think that we are censored too much in the school paper. Anyway, they thought my story in the school paper was really good so they told me to write a story for the class paper. And I tried my best to come up with something but no matter how much I try to put some life in it, it still sounds like dull and lifeless crap to me. You have no idea how much I feel so awful right now. I mean, writing was the only thing that I ever really liked about myself. Now I can’t even be proud of that anymore.

Well, that’s all everyone. Have a nice day.