Searching for the words but they avoid me. Digging for new topics trying not to sound so clichè. The frustration builds just as the my patience decreases. I thought this was supposed to be easy but sometimes I just can’t find the words. I feel burned out. Have I said all that I have to say? Only 17 so I can’t give up at such a young age. Doubting whether my words hold any weight. Thought the quietness would help me write but that made the situation worse. Missing the moments when the words would just flow from my brain and the stories would sound golden. The only known solution to my problem is the uncontolled element of time. Hour after hour and day after day passes while I wait for inspiration to strike. Caught in the grips of writer’s block desperately searching trying to find a way out.