It's Weird

It's weird that I am trying to write while not having a single thought in mind.
I don't have a story to tell either. I just want to speak. Weird.

I can't organize my ideas, my thoughts. Of course how can I when I don't have any.
Sorry if this is wasting your time. You can stop right here.

I just feel like being weird.
How can I be weird?

I want to be different.
But I don't exactly know how to.

I wish I had an abundant flow of thoughts in my mind all the time. I really envy those who seem to be like that. They don't seem to run out of words to say. Of thoughts to speak out.
But I, I'm often mind-stuck: stuck in a state of no-thought in mind. I wonder why.

That can't stop me from blogging.
That can't stop me from speaking.
I know I have a lot to say. I have a lot I want to say. I just can't tell what they are exactly, or how to speak them out well.

Maybe I should get back to reading.
But that makes me busy enough for me to not be able to write here regularly.

I just remembered, this is my first post as a 19 year-old.
What a nice first one.

The weirdest thing of all, is how I managed to write even a few things whilst saying I don't have a single thought in mind.

It's weird.