Lost in Translation

My life is dull.

(Either that or I possess absolutely zero writing ability and in that case, I have no business blogging at all.)

This is the conclusion I’ve come to as I stare at a white screen and a tiny blinking cursor. Taunting me with each flash, confirming my already vastly depreciated self-esteem, affirming that yes, in fact, you have nothing to say (ie. you suck).

(Let me be clear. You is me. I equal suck. Not you. )

(Wait a minute. You might actually suck harder because you’re the one wasting your time reading this. Not me. Aha! I still rock!)

But really, all jokes aside. I feel like there’s so much to talk about that I can’t speak at all. In the chaos of everything, nothing truly exists. To be formulated from random thoughts, ideas, fears, and worries into actual words, much less a cohesive sentence seems impossible.

And so here in lies the conundrum. Where do I start?

Help me if you can.

I seem to be lost in translation.