So, Here I am trying to find inspiration for my next masterpiece. No luck. I am so sore I can't move 'cause I rode that stupid Sky Rider thing at the fair. I blew all my money and all I got was two stuffed animals and a fuzzy orange hat that I will now wear everywhere just to see the look on people's faces. I'll surely embarress my friends. So anyway, Then I was forced to watch the finale of Outback Jack ~gag~ No one can ever find out or I'll never hear the end of it.
I think maybe I should start writing again. I came across some of my old poetry the other day and now I'm trying to do it again but my head is always so empty when it comes to those things. I remember when I was always coming up with stuff, I'm not saying it was any good but at least I could think of stuff to write about. Now my mind just goes blank.
Everyone around me is going insane! Just when I start to feel like life is good, then everyone else starts to feel shitty. WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST BE HAPPY? Next thing you know I'll have another breakdown just because I hate seeing everyone like this. Oh, and there's a hurricane heading for the town my dad lives in. Hopefully he's smart and gets out of there. I'm going to get stressed out and then freak out again.
Now I feel like going to sleep.