What inspires me?
Nothing at the moment.
I wonder if this is because of the new drugs I’m on. I really hope it passes. I don’t feel like writing. I don’t feel inspired at all. To do anything.
This empty shell that I have created. I am upset over you. I move my fingers around. I can’t feel the fingerprints. I feel a light brush.
I don’t like this. I can’t write the same things that I am used to writing. I don’t know what to do.