
Nothing feels the same. I don’t know why. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. There’s writing. There’s always been writing. I love it, I really do. I guess lately I don’t always want to write. I have to be in a certain mood. I have to get a great idea and feel the need to get it on paper. Sometimes I’ll be sitting there typing a story in Word and I just stop and go “I don’t even want to write right now. I have no desire.” I don’t want to make myself write. So I’ll close the laptop and stand up. I walk determinedly into the other room only to find that I have nothing I’d rather do. With a sigh, I drag myself back to the laptop to write. The only reason I started a blog and fanfics is because I love it. I love to create something out of nothing. I love to fill up a blank page with my words.
One day before school let out, we were walking laps for PE. Suddenly I had an immense desire to go hiking. It took over every other thought. I wanted to go home and put on my hiking boots so I could take to the mountains. I wanted to hear the sound of the dirt and rocks beneath my feet. I don’t even know why. I can’t explain the feeling.
I’m the same way with food. Food has been my enemy for a while now. There isn’t a specific food I’m hungry for. I’ll sit there listening to my stomach growl. Nothing sounds good to me. In the end I give up and eat something, even though it doesn’t taste how I’d like it to. The truth is, I don’t know how I’d like it to taste. Just different. Better? I don’t know what better is to me anymore, but I think it’s what I want.
Occasionally, I want something. I realized that my favorite food is no longer pizza, but instead simply black olives. It’s just something about them. It’s the taste and the texture. It hard to love the texture of a food. I love how olives feel on my tongue. I love to bite slowly through them, letting the taste overtake my senses. Biting into an olive is smooth like running your fingers along glass. I even like how it sounds when I chew olives. Could that be any weirder? I’m telling you, my mind runs on a different frequency than everyone else’s. Until next time
One day before school let out, we were walking laps for PE. Suddenly I had an immense desire to go hiking. It took over every other thought. I wanted to go home and put on my hiking boots so I could take to the mountains. I wanted to hear the sound of the dirt and rocks beneath my feet. I don’t even know why. I can’t explain the feeling.
I’m the same way with food. Food has been my enemy for a while now. There isn’t a specific food I’m hungry for. I’ll sit there listening to my stomach growl. Nothing sounds good to me. In the end I give up and eat something, even though it doesn’t taste how I’d like it to. The truth is, I don’t know how I’d like it to taste. Just different. Better? I don’t know what better is to me anymore, but I think it’s what I want.
Occasionally, I want something. I realized that my favorite food is no longer pizza, but instead simply black olives. It’s just something about them. It’s the taste and the texture. It hard to love the texture of a food. I love how olives feel on my tongue. I love to bite slowly through them, letting the taste overtake my senses. Biting into an olive is smooth like running your fingers along glass. I even like how it sounds when I chew olives. Could that be any weirder? I’m telling you, my mind runs on a different frequency than everyone else’s. Until next time
SPECTACULAR!





