Why Do I Suck at This So Much?

Here I am at 11 pm again with nothing to do except for blog.  All I have to do is blog.  Just write some words on a page, arrange them, make them look nice and sound pretty.  But I still don't know what to say, how to express it.  Or rather, I don't know what to say or express.  I can express it all adequately, but I don't know what I am to express.

So yet again, I'm just sitting here, filling in space, thinking about things, and still having no clue what to blog about.  I don't know why this is the case lately.  I certainly have things on my mind, but part of it is simply that I either don't want to write about or it's a thought that's really not fully developed or it's something that I'm waiting for, something I want to happen.  I don't know.

There's a lot I don't know.  I'm perfectly well aware of that.  It's such common sense to me that it's not even worth mentioning.  I know this.  This is one of the few things I do know.  Because knowing things is weird.  Alright, I give up.  I really don't know what to say.  I want things to happen.  Or not happen.  Or go one way.  Or another.  Change happens and I don't know what to do with it or about it.