it feels quite frustrating to be stuck in a creative stalmate for some months.
lack of creativity may even be an excuse for the apparent lack of mental capacity to produce anything in writing that is actually worth reading. my stories are limited. i have no stories to tell right now. i can only write in this godforsaken blog, hoping everyday that a story will come to me and that i can write it down in time, before it hops right back out of my mind and joins the millions of other stories that are just floating about in the vast creative space that exists in the human bionic force field.
what the fucking am i talking about? maybe i should just go lie down.
then again, plath stuck her head in an oven. this idea isn't looking too bad right now.