This TimeI’ve lost my inspiration – I simply cannot write decently anymore. I can’t find that place… It’s gone or I have forgotten the way – I don’t which scares me more. Maybe it’s just time to give up on it and find a new hobby. One without the expectation or desire for lyrical harmony and passion… where I can relax as my boring self and no one is surprised they’ve never heard me say anything clever.
I wish I knew what was wrong with me – but I feel like crying – I feel suffocated, bound, trapped. I think I might when it dies this time, it’s not coming back. That hurts more than anything else I could possibly imagine.