what are you supposed to write about if you have nothing to say? should you say nothing in fear of saying something stupid? or do you write anyway, knowing that it is pointless? what if your need to write is so great that your vocabulary is paralysed, and all you could possibly manage to type is "i am, i am, i am..."? what if every feeling you've ever felt, and every thought you've ever spoken comes pouring out onto those clean white pages? what if you stain your books with the blood from your mind? what if it turns stagnant? what if people hate it? what if no one notices? what if it's not real? what if it's not enough?