Thoughts

Oddball.

I'm getting absolutely nowhere with my progression of writing. I keep running into this wall before even lifting a finger to type. My mind is so vast with the ideas for thousands of pieces of art, yet I can never convey them correctly through any medium. It's not that I haven't been proud of what I've made in the past, it's that I just haven't been moving forward. I'm not sure what to do at this point. It's as if something in my mind is moving constantly, but not in the direction that fits with everything else. 

In the past, I've dubbed this feeling of being stuck before writing as "the block" or "writers block to some degree," but that just doesn't fit. And I guess to some extent, neither do I. I've always been an oddball of sorts, and I guess that's okay. It's just so strange to me how we're all composed of the same ingredients, yet so vastly different than one another.