I have a list of eleven things to write about.  I have a notepad with paragraphs of ideas.  I sit down tonight to tell a simple story about my best friend and it just will not come out.  Sure, I wrote the story.  But in the end it sounded mean, or just confusing. 

I’ve told this story before, it’s a good story.  It’s perfect “blog” fodder.  Why the hell can’t I write?  Seriously, what the hell is broken?  Maybe it was fine, and to other people it would have sounded fine.  But I don’t normally hate everything I write as soon as I finish, and I just can’t put it out there like that.  Why do I hate everything that I create lately?  Frustrated.