April Entry Excerpt

It's like, even when I'm feeling uninspired, I can usually write decent enough shit. I just never know what to write about. Which is crazy, because the world is full of wonderful things to write about. Maybe I should write about that: all these wonderful things that scream to be transcribed around me while I sit here wondering what to write about, and how selfish I am to ignore them, to deem them unworthy, not sensational enough. In these times, the problem is only that I am not a sensational enough writer to notice them.