Once again... I'm in a rut. · 8:04am
I have this terrible knot in my stomach that begs me to express my creativity through writing, but I am consistently throwing up roadblocks towards this progression.
I have TONS of free time that I could be using to write, but as day after day passes, I find my self lured video games or some other outside activity that drains up all my time until I have none to spare.
Now, if I was particularly motivated, I could smash through and type up something that would cure this internal ache, but the problem is: I don't have any good ideas!
Remember that creativity I said I wanted to express? What creativity? It boggles me how incredibly bland I am that I cannot conjure up events/predicaments/scenes in my head and in turn write them. I've grown better than ever in my writing ability, but there is absolutely no outlet for me to express this, due to my... unimaginative nature.
What do I do guys? I simply cannot continue with this terrible feeling of fulfillment.









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Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows),
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
Mamma! OoooOOOooooo
I didn't mean to make you cry...
If I'm not back this time tomorrow...
Carry on... Carry on...
Nothing really matters....
Life had just begun...
and now you've gone and thrown
it all away...
Mamma...
Just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger now he's dead...
Mamma....
Hit me where the wind blows,
Doesn't really matter
To meee...
Toooo meeee...
Buh bum bah buh bum.
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Cause I'm easy come easy go
Little high little low...
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, look towards the skies and seeeee...
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,