The Musings in my Mind #1

I don't feel. I sit at a computer, staring blindly into this bright screen and I feel nothing. Certain pleasures of the near future no longer plague my mind, no longer satisfy it. I am in need of something different, some excitement. Even talking about the prospects of feeling something is burning an even bigger, emptier hole in me. I wanted to write to express a deep emotion that may have been found in me and to jot it down as lyrically as I can. But as more letters show up on this bright screen, less there is to write about. I want to write about love and bravery of hot guys and happy endings. I want to complete a novel based on my own ideas and not one already predicted by society and previous authors. I guess this emptiness is really a need to complete something. To feel proud of my accomplishments. I feel that if I don't start on a story now I will not have time once school starts. Even now I should be reading. Even now I should be writing.