clarice stone

now i write poems and stories and all i can think about is his shitty poems and stories.

One thing I have noticed is that I want a lot. I want a snack, I want to read, I want to sleep, I want to stop biting my nails. So many times I find myself wanting to do something but not actually doing it. A big one of these wants is to write. Sat down with a paper and pen, I try to write but no words appear on the page.

I go over old things I have written and try and re model them into something new but nothing sparks anything for me and still no new words hit the page. The want to write grows and even though there is no pressure on me to write from anyone, I feel like I have failed a little.

Instead of letting myself spiral, staring at the blank page, letting my palms get sweaty from my grip on the bic pen, I have decided I am going to write about what I know. What I know is that I don't know what to write. What I know is that I don't know.

I know that I want to write but I don't know what to write. I know that I want to eat but I don't know what to eat. I know what I want to be but I don't know how to get there or rather I don't know if I could get there.

hey, so first blog on here... I don't actually know if people are still writing these but what is that to stop me!

i am an acting student from somewhere in the world and I have a very long summer to do whatever I want which is fun but also kind of scary!

five months too fill (mostly) however I choose is quite a big task so follow along as i figure out just what i am going to do. i have spent most of the time so far 'figuring things out' but I guess that's life!