Help Everyone experiences writers block and I seem to have the worst case of it. It's important that I get past it, I'm writing a book right now called Dear Jane and the only thing I have written is the introduction. If anyone has any pointers on how to get past it, please let me know. I might post the introduction to Dear Jane later tonight

Be Nimble You know those days, when you just can't breathe? Those times when you don't see the point in being alive. Those moments when you really just want to leave? Welcome to every moment of my #life. Have you had those times when you just can't sleep? Those phobias and fears you just can't put to bed? When you're far to tired to count count those sheep, And those demons that just won't get out of you head.. This is that time where I just can't breathe. Just can't sleep. Just can't leave. This is that time I don't want to be alive. Tell me I'm pretty, tell me I'm sweet. Baby come knock me off of my feet. The morning's coming and it's coming quick. Jack jumped over the candlestick. But he wasn't nimble, he wanted to quit. He wanted to quit and he threw a fit. "Suck it up," his father said, "don't you whine. If you whine, I cry, if I cry we all die." Jack stopped whining and no one's dead But Jack wants to quit inside if his head. We all want to quit at some point at time. And if you don't you're telling a lie. So Jack you be nimble, Jack you be quick. Jump over that silly little candlestick.

Oh, How I Wish I wish I were a bird, a majestic beautiful bird. Having the ability to fly would be the greatest gift God could have ever given me. But I imagine even birds feel stress. I imagine even birds get restless, tired. Even birds feel abandoned, forgotten. It all just goes to show even though it seems perfect and fool proof, it'll just break. Everything often does. But I still find myself wishing I lived in a tree. Had hollow bones, wings and feathers. Because it all seems so much better than anything the human race has to offer me.

It's All Real I just want to tell everyone, everything I've written and posted is real. It all happened to me.

Are You My Dad? One day I'll find you, and I'll come up to you and say, "Are you my dad?" and I'll pray to God you say yes. Because then I can get closure. After you say yes I'll tell you, "Where the hell have you been? I was a baby when you left me for a #life of crime. Tell me big boy, was jail fun? In stead of teaching me to ride a bike or throw a ball you choose getting butt raped. While you were out cheating on my mom all these years, she was with me. Being a faithful parent. You played prison softball right? I played on a school team. I haven't dropped out. I'm making straight A's. I hope you're damn proud of not only me but my mom. She raised me and my brother by herself. You owe me 15 years of presents. But I don't want them. I don't want anything from you. You may be my father, but you are sure as hell not my dad. Thanks for the sperm, asshole. I'm going to be great."