Sunday, October 25, 2009

If I keep writing crap like this, I might as well start listening to Emo

I lack all inspiration.

Feeling devoid of value, unaware of any beauty, unnoticed at every angle.

I do not know how to escape this strange, twisted place where my mind has made it's home. But I do know that I am frustrated.

I know there is more, but I do not see it. And I am missing it....