Writer's Block and Growing Up (with capitals).

Writer's block sucks. We all know that. But the first step to becoming a real writer is to write every day. So I'm trying that. I'm going to see where it gets me. Maybe my creativity will start flowing again. At least that's the most desirable outcome. We'll stay on the positive side and not discuss all the others. 

Well, good news, everybody. At least for me. I'm Growing Up. Maturing, if you will. I'm nineteen years old and I'm finally accepting responsibility and getting my life on track. I'm paying bills, trying to find a full time job, focusing on getting back to school, moving out, buying a car, etcetera, etcetera.

They tell you that high school prepares you for the real world, but nothing prepares you for the real world except the real world. And although John Mayer would disagree, there IS such a thing as the "Real World." Not crappy television, but actual reality. 

Shit's more difficult than I could've imagined. I didn't know what aches and pains were in high school. I didn't even try in gym class. Fuck gym class. I thought high school was hard, wow, did I get a nice smack in the face from reality. Life is hard. Everyone says it all the time, but it never really sets in until you understand what they're talking about.