2003-12-10 - 4:12 p.m.
I'm happy because being sad gives me an excuse to spend money. I am angry because being sad isn't making me anymore creative.
The way that I've felt before helped me when creating things. Now,there is nothing. There is a lot that rattles around in my brain however,it never comes out. There is nothing tangible that I can create. That bothers me. With all the melancholy the one thing I could count on was it helping me with ideas. Now,I'm just stuck. I think maybe I have fallen past the point of feeling so now,I can't write. There is no emotion to draw from.
Bummer.
One Love.
