Eff eff eff I was in SUCH a writing mood, and now I am utterly bereft of inspiration. Why does this happen? I used to be able to write anything, all the time, and now I can't come up with anything. I struggle to come up with a few sentences and then my brain just explodes into dust. Gah.
This needs to NOT be happening right now. If I'm not going to grad school, I really need to be doing something with my life. I don't want to be a fuck-up. And not the adorable kind of fuck-ups like Burt and Verona in Away We Go, where they were still actually adorable and awesome and in love and had their whole lives of happiness together in front of them.
At this point, I have my whole life of living with my parents in East Jesus Nowhere and working in customer service ahead of me. I do not see where John Krasinski will come into play, and therefore I am not ok with it.
Blerg.
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