Write something. Anything. Sentence. Paragraph. Short Story. Novel. Epic. Anything.

I want to write so much, more than I can ever exspress, one time I even cut my self over the anger of wanting to write. It is a great want inside of me, and when I am not able to write for one day, or think of somthing to put on papper, it troubles me inside so much. What hurts me the most is that right now I cannot come up with anything to write about, except for a novel that is inside of my head, but I can’t write it right now, because I am not done with the outline, so maybe i want to write other things while I wait for the novel to finish right? Well my mind refuses to come up with anything. Makes me so angry. But now when I can’t write anything, I just write in my journal about my troubled thoughts of my life. Than I feel better, knowing that I at least wrote one thing for the day.
Writing is a adiction, every day I have to write at least one thing, anything, I just need to write. Its what keeps me going and holds back the troubled thoughts in my head that are lurking to get out. Writing is one of the greatest things in the world a person can do.