Journal that made onto the internet...

  I want to write. I do. But I am in a writing slump just like the reading slump. Today it was quite confusing. I was in a haze. I still am I think. Left a book after reading 200 pages of it. I guess I am sick of rom-coms for life. Too bad. And I wanted to write a rom-com. Anyway, I think that overreading one genre is the cause of the reading slump. I thought that reading intense books about suicides and basically different from what I usually read. Thinking it would make me think and feel. I feel numb mentally. But not in a depressing but rather in a confusing way. And I did realize the difference between when I do enjoy reading and I don't. And it's harder than I realized because I would love to read about anything in the world when I am not in the reading slump. I am glad this is a phase like before. Or I think it is. Because Reading is my true passion. I am leaving things here and there by which I mean TV series, books, and journals. Am I changing as a person? It's quit...