Give me hope. An attempt at this thing called blogging.

Sometimes I think I should start a blog, but I never follow through with that decision. I often begin typing in a word document, just as I am now, attempting to put all of my thoughts in one collective writing. I can just imagine how they travel from my brain, through my body out my finger tips, gracefully etching them out onto the computer screen, but then the thoughts begin pouring out even faster. They begin clouding my mind, attacking the pathway that was one smooth and free flowing, but is now resembling something similar to what one might see when thinking of a corroded artery, or even easier to imagine, an ever increasing in speed game of Tetris. Think about it now, how in the beginning the pieces fall slowly making it easy to fit together, but in no time they begin to pile up making it difficult to continue on, even frequently causing the game to end. Thus, this is what happens when I begin to blog. I get sidetracked too often than not, or I can’t fully express how I feel and become frustrated with the fact that it can be difficult to get my point across.

Then there is another roadblock that hinders me from successful blogging… the fact that I have A.D.D. flowing through my mentality almost every second of the day, which includes when I am sleeping. Let’s not touch the subject of my dreams at this current point in time though, for that would take far too much time than what I am willing to spend attempting to explain.

I am not quite so sure why I am typing right now, or what my whole purpose of this festivity could be… I suppose I just need to talk, which I haven’t verbally done all day, minus asking my father one question. It can be quite depressing at times, but if people only knew that I often go for such long periods of time before truly talking to someone maybe they would understand why sometimes I have so much to say.

Alas, I once again have become distracted… by one of the biggest distractions of all time.. Le Facebook.. go figure… Call me Mr. Facebook, I can make your grades drop… and make your dog go unfed… and your computer die a slow and painful death… and your eyes hurt for staring too long… and so many other innumerable travesties.

Anywho, doing this now reminds me of how I used to wanted to be writer when was younger, but then I came across the realization that I don’t even have any excellent capabilities when comes to writing. Also, there is a part of me that only truly enjoys writing when it is done at a period of time that I want to do it. I have to be in the mood to write, and when I was younger that was all the time. It’s strange to have that craving once again. I hope it stays, but honestly there is no telling with me.

I haven’t decided yet whether or not I am actually going to post this, I kind of don’t even care if anyone reads it, but deep down there is a part of me that hopes I do post this and continue to post it. I hope that maybe one day something I write will touch the life of another. I mean, that is a goal that I think everyone should make for them self… do something within your life that affects someone positively. Give a flower to someone with a hurting heart, listen to someone who is in need of a friend, and lend a helping hand to a person who is struggling…

I suppose what has gotten me into the whole kick of writing again has been the website www.givesmehope.com. It truly touches me; it’s the type of inspiration I have been yearning for. If you haven’t seen it then the best suggestion that I have for you would be to stop what you are doing an go and read it right this instant! What you will read on that site can touch you far more easily than anything I am attempting to say.

I should probably end this cluster of thoughts I am titling a blog, for who would want to read so much nonsense anyhow, and make a blog account! Oh, haha, silly me…

Here is a GMH that is personal to me:

Reading the stories on this site remind me of how when I was little my mom always gave me money for offering, even though we could barely pay the bills for ourselves.

She would always tell me "because there is always someone worse off than you."

selfless moms like her GMH.