I’m finding it hard to write anything lately.

I feel like someone has taken my only pencil, snapped it in half, and threw those pieces back into my face. And I don’t know why.

Maybe it’s because we found out my mother has been cheating on my dad. They’re getting divorced.

Maybe it’s because my girlfriend, who I really loved, just broke up with me.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t shaved in 2 weeks. I really need to.

Maybe it’s because I can’t fall asleep at night, and usually end up staying awake until two or three in the morning.

Maybe it’s because life just threw me out into the raging ocean, and I’m having trouble keeping my head above the water. I’ve never been the best swimmer.

But I know things will get better. They have to.

So, I am going to pick up those pieces of that broken pencil, tape them together, and write. Because that’s what we writers do. We write. No matter what happens to us, we are always writing.