Vulnerable
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I wrote my best song when I was 21 And I knew nothing about anything. Now I know it all about nothing at all. And I can’t write anything. You try too hard. It shouldn’t be so hard.
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I honestly don’t know how Dan just hits everything so close to home, but this sums up my feelings about writing. Year after year, writing anything of value becomes increasingly impossible. I want to do it. I try hard to do it. It shouldn’t be so hard, but it is. My abilities started withering long before I created this blog. Now I’m calling it quits. This’ll be my final entry. Too much time spent staring blankly into the screen, trying to channel my violent internals into verbal vomit and walking away with nothing. This is now a relic.
(fin)













