**its been over a year as a half since I have written on here, and this is a little different from my fan fictions, but let's just see where it goes**
I could feel it, the page was officially mocking me now. Making fun of my lack of ideas and how blank the pages of my notebooks have become.
A while ago I was filling about four notebooks a week with ideas of stories, poetry, and doodles. But I haven't written anything even remotely worth reading in 67 weeks, that last story I wrote that seemed good enough to share with another human being.
Ever since then it's just been a staring contest between me and the pages. Battling it out over every ripped out page containing story ideas that weren't good enough to pursue. Every once and a while an idea would get through and I'd work on it for a while, only to be thrown after the few ideas I had for it ran out.
People use to tell me that there would be something that would come along in my life that would inspire me to write as I did before. A lover or a big event were their best ideas, but it seems I have no big events unraveling themselves before me, and with every new relationship my spark of imagination seems to die even more.
I've tried everything humanly possible to get writing again, but my writing days seem to be pretty much dead.
