On writer's block, and my jumbled brain

      Most of the time, I find myself wanting to write something. Anything. I yearn to put pen to paper and string my ideas together into a beautiful story that will someday become a bestseller. Unfortunately, one thing almost always stands in my way. Writer's block. The most terrible thing a word addict can feel. 
     I think of writer's block as a tree. A tree with the most delicious fruit you can imagine. (Have you imagined your fruit yet? Excellent.) And you're staring at this fruit, wanting it so badly. And then the tree punches you in the stomach repeatedly. 
    Once you pick yourself up off the ground, put your ribs back into place and take a breath, you realize: "Hey. I just got an idea!"
     So you grab a pen. Aaaaaand it's gone. 
     DAMN YOU, WRITER'S BLOCK. I think I have too many ideas in my head and they all get jumbled in my brain until the only thing I can think about is wanting a snack. Do all writers feel like this? I mean honestly sometimes I just want to give up writing all together. But here I am, writing on a blog for whoever happens to stumble upon this. 
     I doubt anyone will really read this. Mostly all of this is just a place for me to vent thoughts. Or try to organize my thoughts. 
      One time I had this brilliant, original idea for a story. I liked it a lot, but every single time I sat down to write about the idea, it would disappear from my memory. It's like a constant itch you can't scratch (that also happens to be punching you in the stomach repeatedly). 
     But here's a bit of irony! I'm writing about not being able to write. Suck on that, writer's block. 
     Aside from writing, the only thing I can never get enough of is reading. Reading anything from classic novels to the little bronze plaques you find in museums. Words in general fascinate me.  Perhaps I'm just an exceptionally strange child. Actually, there's no question about that. 
     I read in a book once that if you're dealing with writer's block, the best way to get rid of it is to write about your lunch at school. Every little detail you can remember. I've done that multiple times and it all ended with me being hungry. (What can I say? I'm a teenager.) 
      But now I've blogged something, so I feel like I got to write a little bit today. Now it's off to YouTube to watch random videos of cats falling off of things. I hope my invisible audience enjoyed my random thoughts.