I have a bit of a problem

I sometimes start a story, but don’t know where to take it. 

As of late, I’ve been producing lots of beginnings with no middles or ends. It seems grad school has halted my creative endeavors for the moment and yet I have so many stories feverish to escape. 

I’m not sure what I hope to accomplish by sharing these beginnings with you all, but I know that if I hadn’t shared them I might have imploded.

—We only live for others, not ourselves, she thought, but today that wasn’t enough.

—She had been spelling the word appreciate, “apprecaite” for the last five years and no one had bothered to correct her otherwise. 

—Not all those who love find it reciprocated. This is not a story of “happily ever after.” Be warned.

—Her mind was a wasteland, filled with words she couldn’t write, photos she couldn’t shoot and ideas she couldn’t create.

Any suggestions?