Slowly finding traction

I write this as I sit in a college dining hall. My 22 birthday was a month ago now, and all of a sudden, I feel like I gained another ten years on my life. I also feel like I've never experienced such a bad case of writer's block. I thought that being 22 would've brought an epiphany or something, and I suppose it has in some ways, but I guess I thought I would be living a lot more independently by now. Instead, I sit here, drawing blanks until I can somehow form something that looks like a coherent paragraph or two, watching as freshmen go up for seconds.

The most frustrating part of being 22 is having to pay attention to things. Rent, grades and relationships all seem like monsters about to chomp on my very bones, and just when I think I'm about to come up for some air, they pull me back again. And while all of this is happening, I'm just gasping and trying to grab onto my schoolwork or anything to keep me somewhat on track, but come up empty.

This is essentially why this post is a tad tardy; I haven't been able to muster up enough energy to fend off the writer's block for very long. And when I have, I haven't been able to transcribe my message very effectively. Untitled documents begin to clog my computer's dashboard; I can't even come up with a name to my words on the page. And when I do come up with something that sounds good, is grammatically correct, and most importantly legible, I find myself unhappy with the resulting paragraphs.

The worst part of it all is, when I do come up with something that passes through the filters listed above, I find that it doesn't follow a coherent storyline. So when I try to justify what it is my blogs and other writings are conveying, I find myself at a loss. But there comes a time when you just have to go with the flow.