what do I write about?

Don't know what to write about. Crisis. Desperation. Two entries to go and I'm free. But what? What do I say? Since last year I have literally written my life down. And now I have no idea of what to say.
Let's see: so far I have written about me, me, me, my family, me, my friends, my school, me , the shrink, teachers, me, seasons, people I love, people I hate (screw you!), books, pets, me, being homesick, being sick, being in love (more than sick), memories from the past, funny annecdotes, best friends ever, me boy, music, God, even these corky poems, and now I'm just in white.
So what can I say that you don't already know about me? This blog is really a reflection of myself. Thanks to it I've been able to discover aspects I didn't even know that existed on me. And I'm not saying it's all been great, but it's been useful, somehow. But that doesn't help now, 'cause I should be writing about something interesting, or at least something. But no. Can't do it.
C'mon, think of something. THINK! There has to be something: like this morning when you saw him again (forget it, too embarrassing), or how about last Tuesday on the bus, when you couldn't breath 'cause you had the 'thing' again? No. Ok, I got it: write about your first day at Lola Mora's Institude. Why? So that you have something you fool! Ok, you know what? I don't need you, so thanks, conscience, angel, other me or whatever you are, but leave it. I'll think of something myself. Serves you right, then. All right, help me. Hey, I'm talking to you! Where are you going? Wait up!!!