another pointless blog post

I'm not very good at blogging. At least not at this point in my life. I'm not really sure why. It's not like I'm lacking in thoughts or anything. I think about everything all the time. Maybe I'm not confident enough to let these thoughts leave my head and enter the endless internet space. It's not like anyone reads this. Except for me. And I have a diary/journal/whatever in paper format that's just for me for those thoughts. Maybe I'm not ready to part with my thoughts. Maybe I like thinking and overthinking and keeping it all inside.
Today, I really felt like writing. Something. Anything. But then I didn't know how. So I had to just walk away without writing anything. I used to think I was a writer. I am not a writer. At least, not a writer of fiction novels the way I sometimes fantasize about. I don't have enough ideas. I don't remember how to tell stories. 
But maybe I'll try again. I feel like writing fiction or non-fiction or poetry or blog posts or random thoughts will help me figure out how to move forward in my life. 
I'm thinking about doing BEDA (Blog Every Day in August) this year. I did it last year on my tumblr and was mostly successful. I don't know if I'm going to be home throughout August this year so I don't know how practical trying to blog will be. But I think I would like to try. We'll see. I still have a few more weeks to decide.
So this has been another pointless blog post, courtesy of moi. Thanks for reading? I don't know.