You know, I always thought writer's block didn't exist, that it was just a way people called lack of inspiration.
Until, about a week ago, I got it myself. Of course. Although I don't upload everything I write, I'm actually pretty active as a writer, but these days, I haven't been able to write ANYTHING at all, and it SUCKETH. I couldn't be fuller of subjects to write about, but either I can't get motivated enough to grab a notebook, a pencil and sit down, or I end up staring for hours to a piece of blank paper. It's only now that I've come to realize that my writing was how I dealed with my feelings, (which I'm usually afraid to express) and that not being able to do it brings me to the verge of exploding. (Even if my poetry blatantly sucks )
So, I've been sucking some life juice from music and trying to get something, anything, out of me, but I just can't. Everyone I know who writes told me to relax and wait, because it'll eventually go away, but I need this.
And now I'm just staring at my page (which absolutely nobody looks at, but I like it anyway ) thinking about everything that goes on with my life and whatever. I should be writing about it, but I just can't get it come out of me. And the worst part is that I know exactly what the reason is.

I'm in goddamn motherfucking shitty ridiculous impossible love.