Why so Emo?

Last post was trying not to sound emo but looking back at it, it was really emo. Oh, look at me, I can no longer write because I realized that my life doesn't suck so bad. The pain of not writing has caused me to stop doing anything productive like write things online that no one will ever read because I'm not a sell out. As you probably already know, selling out to pay your bills is probably the worst thing you could ever do as an artist. So here I sit, on my lazy ass, playing MMO's all day, being emo about more stupid life problems.
In reality my inability to actually produce any type of writing could be due to the huge amount of stress put on me by working 2 part time jobs while attempting to take four 300 level classes (remind me to not work at Renn Fest again until I get out of grad school). It could have been the literary magazine I was on because a professor of mine said it would be fun (oh, that turned into a nightmare). Maybe I got tired of complaining about myself (hey, is there any other use for a blog?). I'd like to blame all three circumstances because life happens but alas, I shall attempt to write every day again (probably because I'm hangin' with my artsy friends again).