Six Minutes randomness that's in my brain 24/7/365

Hey, so I've already updated today but uh

I just don't know what the fuck to do.

I can't fucking write man. I'm trying, I am, I promise. I have the ideas, I have the story, I have the source material, I have the words, I have the inspiration, I have the motivation, I just can't write it the fuck down. I've been trying for what a year and a half now? And I'm still stuck on the first three goddamn chapters? What the hell's wrong with me, dude? Like I try. I try and I try and I try and it just doesn't fucking happen. I have an entire trilogy perfectly planned and plotted all in my goddamned mind, but the second I open that fucking doc I can't do shit. And what the hell am I doing here right now, venting?! About not being able to write when I should be ACTUALLY FUCKING WRITING?! I've dedicated, what, four years of my life to this fucking book, and I can't even fucking write it? I'm fucking useless and you people who have been so patiently putting up with this shit for a year deserve better. 

I don't even know why I wrote all this, maybe I just needed to get it out somewhere, or some stupid shit like that so that it's off my shoulders and I can actually fucking do something? Anyways, I'm sorry, and I'm trying so fucking hard, but at the end of the day I'm just a piece of shit who can't go five minutes without distracting herself. Maybe next January guys, I don't know.