Hey.

Oh hey.

Hey.

HEY!

Stop ignoring this. I promise it's real. I promise I am actually updating with the intent of updating again before the summer is over.

As the summer has progressed--

Pssst.

What. 

Hey.

--I have taken note of a few things. 

Stop it. 

Stop what?? 

I am your writer's block. YOU WILL NEVER WRITE ANOTHER WORD. NEVER.

Well guess what I'm doing right now, I'm writing, so go away and never come ba-- 

You're pulling words out of your ass, that's what you're doing. Just stop now. This will never be a quality post.

Yeah, not with you being such a downer. Get out of here, Gollum, I'm trying to organize my thoughts. 

No.

Quit it. 

You can't make me.

Yes, yes I can. This is my head and I control what goes on in it. Now go away. 

I will never leave you. I will constantly plague your mind with fear and doubt. May all your words be forced and all your writing never be good enough.

You're so mean. 

Well, boo-frickin-hoo. Get used to it.

I'm walking away now. I'm done. 

SO I WIN AGAIN!

I don't really know what that was. An attempt at humor, I guess. Anyway, I've been struggling with writing and getting my ideas flowing, as I have, like many times before, hit a wall. I've just had a stressful time thinking about whether writing is really for me and whether it's really something I want to do.

But then again, there's really nothing else I'm even halfway decent at so I keep coming back to it.

Something that I have noticed, however, is that I'm really no good at endings. I can't ask questions because I think like 10 people read my blog and no one ever responds. I don't like deep, philosophical endings unless I'm doing something dramatic, which I almost never do. I only have so much wit to dole out for each post so I'll just leave with this:

Baby bat burritos.