I can't think of a thing to write.

"Can't speak can't speak can't speak at all/Don't even think you know the reason." The same song keeps playing over and over as I roam around in my brain: why can't I write a damn thing worth publishing on this blog?

I keep scribbling out ridiculous "artings" on my sketchbook--lyrics, faces, poetry lines, anything at all to get the juices flowing.

I keep turning on the camera to try and make a vlog, but nothing good comes out, even when opening word to write down a monolouge from a list of monolouges to write!

I've written down more elaborate poetic self-introductions I'll never publish to try and get my mind to cooperate. They feel like comonplaces every time I'm done.

I honestly think I just can't be bothered to write anything worth a damn. The music is great and the musings are there but the words refuse to flow.

And even the "poetic undertones" come right out of my ass, because I can't write anything else (I really don't know what "poetic undertones" is supposed to mean. It's like how people mindlessly stick "ironic" in front of everything to sound witty.

It's called descriptive writing, people. It's not that hard.)

I can't be bothered to post anything, because everything I'm writing right now is gonna suck.

I guess I should say "I'm sorry", but in the end, I would only be failing myself.

With love
Nick Strange.