Well, everyone, I have finally grown a pair (figuratively) and am getting back into my writing. Now, this is the complete opposite of my blog writing mind you. This is real, legit, passion writing. The kind of writing I used to do almost every day, just for fun, and always for the benefit of others. People like my stories, what can I say?

So, since I have finally knocked down the wall that was the writer’s block. Here is the last little excerpt I wrote before I stopped writing for a really long time. At least it was a long time for me:

May 18, 2012 (a little before my senior graduation, when the world was falling down around me):

I don’t know how to write anymore. The one thing that I was passionate about has escaped me. Writer’s block has taken root. I feel sick. I’m scared to write any stories or feelings or anything. This isn’t real writing. This is just smattering words on a page. Real writing inspires people and makes a change. But I feel like I can’t change. Darkness taking over the light, falling in an endless pit of nothing. Life seems like an eternity. A never ending road of pain and struggling. Life is never the easy way out. Life is the road you take when you want to go somewhere, do something and become someone. Death always seems like the high road. It is something that people fantasize about. It is easy and exciting and unknown. Few have escaped it and have been around to tell stories about it. Sometimes I feel like I want an adventure where I never come back. Where I sleep and feel no pain or sorrow or agony or even happiness because it can be taken away so quickly. A place with no emotion; where I stay. Like Sleeping Beauty in her tower or Snow White in her glass coffin. Did they know they were asleep? Did they feel or dream? I don’t want that. I just want to stop everything because we feel too much and never get anything in return, but pain and misery.

And now ladies and gentlemen, I have somewhat moved this storm cloud and will continue my “real” writing. Sometimes I may post things, *copyrighted of course. No offense, but this is my life’s work. No copying or stealing allowed. I hope you enjoy these as much as I enjoyed writing them. Well, goodnight all. Until tomorrow XOXO