8/8/17 10:06 pm

I am trying so hard to write something, so fucking hard and yet nothing comes out. It's like trying to use a pen that's out of ink, except in this case it's my head that's run dry. Even getting those last two sentences out felt forced. And anything that I do manage to get down on paper I read over so many times I convince myself it's shit and end up throwing it out anyways. Who would ever want to be a writer? Why do I want to be a writer? I wish I could be a pianist. Imagine being so good at what you do that people pay money - real, hard earned, non-monopoly money - to see you do it. Not to mention, i would be so cool at parties. If there's a piano in the house, I'm automatically the coolest person there. I could bust out some jazz, play famous movie themes, and play everyone's favorite songs by ear. Yeah, that would be cool. But then again, as much as I want to play Beethoven sonatas and Scott Joplin rags and all the pop tunes on the radio, I would need to learn how to write music too, and seeing how I can't even get my thoughts into words, it would be disastrous trying to put them into notes. So I guess I will stay here, with all of you (shoutout to my two followers) and we can struggle together.