Writers Block, I Suppose

I don't even know what to write about.
I don't.

I sit here and think, doing a cross word, maybe that would help but no.
It doesn't.

I never know what to write about, what would interest me, or others.

Who am I even writing this for?
I know I'm not writing this for myself because I don't know what to do.
If this were for me, I would have an idea, but I don't.
And so I ask, who is this for?

I can't think of one thing to write about, except of course how I can't think of anything to write about, which is technically one thing.

So I guess I can't think of two things to write about.

I don't even want to think about things to write about, maybe that is why I can't think of anything to write about, my brain isn't letting me think.

My mind doesn't want to work right now and so it is shutting down, blocking off all communication and thought process, getting ready for a nice nap, a small daydream, a thought, a happy memory.
And as Mr. Ahnert asks his phone about a giraffe eating a donut, I just care less, and fall deeper into thoughtless abyss.

I understand that this is part of my grade but I just can't fathom a thing to write about that would interest me or anyone else, which is the point of this blogging time, right?
Write something and others will read it.
If you don't write something and nobody reads it, you are a failure.

Why do people do this for fun? Its no fun unless you can be vulgar and inappropriate. But this is school. Nothing vulgar or inappropriate here!

I don't know what to write about, but then again, you and I both know that we don't care. I know I just want to go home and watch HGTV shows with all those cute Canadian hunks and nap on my couch.

Neither of us has learned anything worth-while while here. You know this to be true.

This is just one big waste of our time, one meaningless grouping of words, one tired teenager complaining and one  big chunk of writers block.

Welcome to life. I really don't care if you enjoy it or not, I am going to nap now.