I'm Playing Jeopardy and Losing

I haven't written in a month.

And,

I don't know why. I don't know why I don't know why I don't know why.

I'm making promts and getting annoyed when no one writes about them even though I'm not doing it myself. I literally run a creative writing blog. 

Why aren't I writing?

I don't know. I wish I could say I had too much pain or too much happiness,

But I can't.

I'm just here.

Breathing. Typing. Sitting in summer school math class thinking about how ironic it is to write a poem about not being able to write.

But that's life.

I should be thinking about parallelograms and the pythagorean theorem. About where x is and how not to divide by zero. 

But x ran away from home because her parents didn't approve and a squared plus b squared can't equal c squared because c didn't come to class today and I noticed. 

I don't know. I don't know I don't know I don't know.

I feel like that guy on Jeopardy who doesn't know the answer to a stupid simple question and everybody's yelling at their screens saying 'THE CAPITAL OF CALIFORNIA IS SACRAMENTO, YOU IDIOT!' 

I wish I had the answers. I wish I could help more people. I'm winging it. Everybody's winging it. They all say fake-it-till-you-make-it and I'm trying dammit, I'm trying. 

I don't know.

I'll go with Sacramento.