"Ready to Run"

I guess it has been too long since I have written an essay. I'm sitting here, needing to get this piece of crap done and finished and I'm drawing a huge blank. I cannot get past the first sentence. I type something. It's shit. I delete it. I type something else. No better than before. Delete, delete, delete. I don't know what the hell's the matter with me (and trust me, there is something wrong). I just can't get over this hump that has been hanging over my head for so long. It's been months, and I am getting no where. I need to get this essay done. Have to. Need to get going. Need to produce something good. No. Not something good. Just words. I need to produce words.

Anxiety.