Writers Block

SUCKS.

Seriously. I've experienced a huge chunk of writers block because of my heart being broken. All I could think about was…. well…. my heart being broken, so much so that I couldn't write one single word.  I started to write a comic book, but the moment I would sit down, and open the document, I felt nothing. I've been stuck in this land for about eight months now. I always say I'm going to be productive and go to Starbucks and write, and it hasn't exactly panned out that way. I'm the queen of excuses.
1. I'm tired.
Well duh, you are always tired. Everyone is tired, and out there doing things way more productive than you.
2. I just don't feel like it.
BULLSHIT.  Yes, I just called bullshit on myself.

I've come to a decision that I'm going to be writing for this blog everyday. Now, this commitment I can manage since I won't only be rambling, but posting writing works here to. So, if I feel less creative one day, I can post some old work and still accomplish my goal.

I also may be coming to Starbucks daily to do so, when I have the time. I missed coming here. I spent a lot of time here doing homework, and then when I didn't have homework, I'd come to socialize. One of my closest friends works here, and I want to continue to build our friendship, so I think this will be good.

I spent eight months trying to figure out what my life meant, and who I was.
I'm still learning, but I feel like I'm in a good place at the moment. As long as this block seizes to exist soon, I should be back on track completely.

If only a broken heart could heal itself this quickly, I'd be in such good shape.
Oh well.
We can't have everything.