I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE. I'M STUCK INSIDE THIS RUT THAT I FEEL INTO BY MISTAKE. I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE

Hola, Bloggers. I really do suck, don't I? This is the third time I did I didn't post for days this month. I've decided that... I'm going to take a break from writing Blog posts. I'm sorry, i just can't do it. My break might last a week, or at most, a month.

I don't want to break, i really do love writing to you, loves. I just NEED to focus on other things. Like, I've been writing songs a lot lately, and I need to get the Guitar part down before I forget the melody. I've also been writing about a billion stories. Seriously!

I want to write a book. I have a story that's 6 chapters long, and I want to try to complete that. It's high hopes for me, as I never finish anything, but I'm gonna try! That's all I've been doing, actually. I basically sit in my room listening to music, and writing. When my muse is vacationing or some shit, I play sudoku. I don't even think what I write makes sense half the time, but I continue it.

My writing means something to me, but I'm not sure what. It could be something about a struggling homeless guy, or a lost Penguin. None of it makes sense, but it's always entertaining, I think. Most recently I'm writing about a 13 year old mind-reader named Mozinna. 'Mozinna the Mind Reader.' Or this other one about a girl looking for her birth mother after she finds out she's adopted.

I think, if I EVER let someone read my writing, they might actually like it. They might think it's amazing. But, I don't think I'll ever share my writing. It's my little getaway, my hideout. I can go to a blank notebook and fill 20 pages in an hour. I'm proud of my senseless writing.

I Feel Like Dancin' tonight is on, so I'm gonna go dance to that. By, bitches. I'll speak to you again as soon as my oh-so-frequent flier Annabelle (I NAMED MY MUSE. WUT.) gets home.

-Mica Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx eXtra X's ! <3