I, Gullyver

I've lost track of how many times I've attempted this writing thing. Will this be the time I finally stick with it?

Hell, I don't even know why I keep coming back. Maybe it's because I want to be able to better express myself in written form? God knows I'm bad at expressing myself in any other way, so this has got to be it, right?

Logically I know that if I keep at it, my writing ought to improve in relation to the amount of how much writing is being made, but what the hell do I write about when I feel like I've got no imagination? I don't want to go back to the usual “I don't know what to write, so I'll just write that I don't know what to write” format. It's depressing to read, even for me. Or maybe especially for me. Because I've written it. So many times. But no pressure, right?

Maybe everything doesn't have to be perfect. Maybe my perfectionist brain can cut me some slack this time and be fine with just producing something, no matter how good or bad the quality is. Perhaps that should be my key takeaway here.