|Current mood:|| disappointed|
|Current music:||Sugar Kane - Sonic Youth|
Loss of Inspiration
Thinking has become dangerous to me. Sleeping has been weird for me, all of a sudden I have been dreaming, I never used to dream. I really don't like it. Eating hasn't been happening too much, I can't finish my food anymore. Talking, well I never really done that, only with friends, there was a time when I was socially active, but things change. Control over my life, something I lost long ago. Drawing, it only occurs once in a great while, I guess my hands lost their touch. Day Dreaming, I lost my imagination.
What's left to write about when all the things you charished are gone? I always used to write, junor year was my best year of writting and drawing. I was unstoppable, but apparantly shit happens, and it's always at the worse times.