I think I’m a writer

I think I'm a writer, that's why I made this account afterall, I mean who would make an account here and not be a writer? Then again I don't really know what happens in people's minds so I guess I can't judge. But if I can't tell what goes inside a person's thoughts how can I call myself a writer? Afterall a writer is supposed to know what goes on inside every single one of their character's minds right? So therefore if I'm to be a writer then I must know how people think. But every person is unique and thinks differently right? So therefore I can't think otherwise. That's it I must give up on being a writer. But I like writing can't I still write. I suppose I could just write about something besides people. But people have an influence everywhere how can I find something that doesn't include people? Wait what about rocks? Rocks aren't including people, people just step on rocks. Only, isn't there a whole science devoted to rock study. Doesn't that mean people think about rocks? Well what else is there that don't involve people? I like space, space seems far enough away to involve people. Wait but we have satellites and ships propelling further into space, we took our thoughts into space. That sounds cool come to think of it but now I can't write about space. What can I write then? This? I suppose I could write this. Yea here we go I'm writing, writing my own free thoughts down, no one can get mad if I just write what comes to mind. Now I can just calmly and confidently write in peace. Well here it is...Actually...To be honest. It's kind of boring. I mean I'm writing sure but I'm just writing about nonsense. I mean look here where I talk about space, and over there where I mention something about rocks. I mean ROCKS?? Seriously, I couldn't think of anything better than to write about rocks. Out of all of the wonders in the world I chose to write about rocks. How could I be so ridiculous? Is this what it's like to not have an imagination, do I not have an imagination? Wait but I want one. I still like writing, how can I get an imagination. Does is spring from conscience, is that what it is? No but conscience is merely just a stream of thoughts, and thoughts aren't very imaginative. I need to keep thinking though, if I keep thinking then I'm sure I'll think of something creative, like mining for diamonds. Only I just established that my thoughts aren't interesting, so what else is there that I can do? Should I give up now? It certainly seems like the only option. To say "so long" to the very thing I've been wanting to be my whole life. I always said that I would grow up to be a writer. But now I suppose I'm gonna abandon that. But how can I do that? Won't my younger self be disappointed? True my younger self doesn't exist anymore but to me he does. He sits right here in my mind. Actually...THAT'S IT!! I'll have him be my creative side. He'll know what he always wanted to write about in big words. Let's see um...Dinosaurs, PowerRangerz, Spongebob, Teen Titans, race cars, Neptune, milk, oreos. You know come to think of it...my younger self isn't all that creative either, just nostalgic. Well so much for his help, I'll just put him back where he belongs. Okay now back to business, let's see if I went anywhere new while I was away. Hmm...MmHmm..,Just what I thought, nothing. Guess I gotta keep waiting then. Wait and sit, sit and wait let the ideas come to me instead. Yes...here they come...any moment now...they're probably just in traffic...almost here...and...and...AND...I got it. It's official. No wonder it took so long to realize. It was so obvious that it right in front of me the whole time. And here I was afraid I wasn't a writer, how could I be so foolish. Of course I'm a writer. I've got writer's block.