saturday blues.

currently listening to: barely breathing/duncan sheik.



it's weird how i can't write anymore, and it's even weirder because of the situation i'm in. i used to love to write--whether people were to read my words or not. of course, i wouldn't write anything of importance, but still. writing is writing. and now, i can no longer do it.

i can't invent a title to an article, i can't make subheads, i can't create captions, i can't write cover lines...and when given the opportunity to write actual articles, i find myself unable to do so. i feel like i've lost confidence in myself--that i've lost the ability to write. even worse, i'm starting to feel like i never had this ability in the first place.

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i'm happy, but i'm tired.

there are just certain people i always have to deal with who i consider to be dementors. they just really suck the energy out of me.

i try my best, but it never seems good enough. i can't vent out my frustration, so i wait for the anger and frustration to subside. i try harder next time, but i know that i'll just be wrong again in the end.

it wouldn't be so bad if it weren't happening on a regular basis. it just gets tiring, you know?