I thought there was something to inspire me. I thought I could try my hand at writing. I only hate myself more now. I'm just kidding. I've actually been feeling so good about myself and my life lately. But I did really try to write something. I started a short fiction story and it was just bad. Like three or four sentences into it I was like, "Geez, what am I doing?" I suppose I will try again. Maybe this next time though I'll try and figure out something to write about before just writing. Maybe that will help.

I'm at a loss. I truly am. I'm so nervous. Thinking makes my stomach queasy. I don't know what I'm doing. Do you know? Could you let me in on it please? When did I change? And if I could find the man with the answer to that question; I'd ask him why I'm still the same. . .

- posted by Jonathan@ 10:13 PM