Excessive

Can't seem to get going here. I was looking forward to write, I even set aside time to do so, and yet I can't seem to write anything.

Today school was stressful, because going in we didn't know who was going to be presenting in class, and not knowing is more scary than knowing. As it turns out, I didn't have to present today, but will have to tomorrow, so I do feel pretty nervous about that, but I know that no matter what happens, the day will end and a new day will begin and it'll be a memory, good or bad, it'll be over.

I am still a writer you know, and I've recieved quite a lot of negative feedback from people over the last few months because they claim I don't have the same level of passion and creativness in my writing, but they fail to realize that I've changed quite a bit. You see, before I would simply write paragraph after paragraph about how fucked up I was, and I don't cut myself every night so much that I fall asleep not because I'm tired but because I've lost so much blood, which results in having a lot less angst to let out in the form of online ranting. I lead a very uneventful and boring life, and I love it, but it really leaves me with no much to talk abut. I am still a very passionate person, and if you doubt that, well... you fucking kill yourself, and I'm still a good writer... I'm just a writer with nothing to write about. I've written this exact same thing not very long ago: