There are a lot of things that I believe would do me good. The two main things that would affect me the most are creativity motivation. Think about that.
I can't even remember the last time I posted on here. (I know I can just look at the time stamps, but it's mainly for dramatic purposes.) There was a time when I felt like I was doing good. I was able to sit down and let words come out of my mind enough to create entire posts. Now I am sitting in the same spots, deciding to rearrange the whole function of my room just to avoid staring at a blank screen any longer. Is that bad?
I not only want the ability to come up with new ideas, but I want to not feel like I am forcing myself to get a word out. When I am sitting down stuck with writer's block, my mind is battling with my nasty human inabilities. I am stuck in a rut of mediocre and being sloth.
I want to be a writer. I know that. I have always wanted to be a writer. I love to write something and show somebody and be proud of what I have written. I want my words to help connect souls. I want to brings words together on a page the way my grandmother bring two pieces of fabric together with a simple needle of thread.
What an amazing life that would be, even without the fame and fortune, but just to be fulfilled. Oh, the amazing feeling.
I can daydream all I want, but when I get brought back to reality, I realize that there aren't any ideas in my head. All there are inside are my fantasies, that fit better on a list than they ever could in a story.
Am I torturing myself on purpose, or am I really just stuck. There seem to be no more words for me to write.