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The most important thing is to continue writing. Sometime ago, she promised herself she would write constantly, in every spare moment. She enjoyed writing the most when it was crazy and free. Don’t stop. She glared at the half-filled google document, the one where she kept all her writing projects. She had stared it earlier, but at that time had homework to do. Would she ever finish the poem? She thought about the dragon story she wanted to write, but she had last week dedicated herself to finishing this poem. She looked at the writing. What was there to add to it? But she wanted to write a long narrative piece, and this wasn't even a page. She liked long stories more.

What was she thinking? Why couldn't she make any ideas? Or really the only thing in her head was the worry about the half filled screen. What was she supposed to write about? Write what you know? The half-filled page itself? Who would want to read a description of half a page? And how could that be related to the half page? Why was she having writer’s block? The inspiring YouTuber/rapper CJ the X said that writer's block was an excuse for pride. Was she doing something wrong? Why couldn't she write anything of worth?

She checked her phone’s notifications. She checked her YouTube. She started to watch a video about writing advice. What was she doing? This wasn’t even advice about writer’s block. It was a twenty minute long vlog by a booktuber she hated.

Her mother called her for dinner. The writer became worried again, because she had not been working on her final project for history. She had no ideas for that either. She had not even read the description. She wanted to have ideas. Like she liked history, but there were so many things to do, like the promise to write whenever she thought of writing, or to read all the time, or to do homework all the time or to be polite and charming or to do … all the time…all the time…geez why is she on her phone all the time?