I just...am not inspired at all. Maybe this isn't for me. I mean, I can never keep to one thing, and I know everything I write is so...taciturn and boring compared to even middle schoolers writing an english paper. I mean, It doesn't matter how inspired I may be to write something. It just...doesn't formulate. I don't know why.
Take this thunder storm for intense. Quite inspiring. I even opened a new word document. But as I stared at the blank page you know what I got?
I'll tell you what I got:
"The thunder was incredibly fierce this evening."
I mean, if only what I wrote was more like my blog entries, or papers even! I wouldn't be filled with self-loathing. But no...Life doesn't work that way. You see, I must think I have talent...then go about falling in love with something, before realizing my unborn, and still UNCONCEIVED child could write better prose than me. And that is not a joke. I have seen better writing when I read fan fictions about harry potter in middle school! THAT IS NOT A LIE! Not even a modest, wow I'm pissed at my writing right now lie! that is the honest to god truth!
I'm just....too pissed to do anything right now. I don't even think I could go to bed...
SHIT! I forgot my knitting at school!!! NOOOO!! AND MY SUDOKU GAME!!111111111 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
well fuck me.
And on a plus side, I have a crawfish boil tomorrow. My big sis in the sorority's engagement party. How exciting!!! Can't wait! Because by than I will have dispensed my anger and not hate my self so much. Which is always good.