I have writers block. I’ve had it ever since I’ve returned from Utah two Februarys ago. I don’t know what to make of it. Sometimes I think, “Oh well I can’t write, end of story,” but other times I think, “why don’t I just write about it. It will make it seem less complicated.” So, therefore, I am writing about it. Which, by the way, means I no longer have writers block. I am simply at a loss for words.
From my point of view it seems as if the world has been torn in to two parts. The first part being the nice people. They aren’t really nice, in fact, they are quite mean if you really think about it. The things they say, such as, “That dress looks nice on you,” or “Your hair looks good today.” Maybe I’m being way to analytical, but that is how I see it.
The second half of people, are the mean people. Most people interpret brutally honest as mean, so the mean people are in fact really the nice people. That just makes the circle go around again, so I suppose my theory is wrong. The world is only divided into mean people, because in the end, everybody ends up mean.

Question of the day: When you figure your life out, are you supposed to be relieved?

With love & till next time,
Brittany <3