Writers block. It has been my constant companion for this past week. I have all these words and ideas stuck in my head like a traffic jam: hopeless, frustrating, and . . . . see? Still stuck. I always get into a jam when I want to convey something so unique and inspiring. In my head it all makes sense. But, can I put it on paper? Heck no!
Running through my head are words like dilapidated, runts, Boy Meets World, Smelly Cat, and PDA. What test do I have next? Is that paper due tomorrow? How much money do I have? Can there BE any more PDA-ing couples on campus, or are they all just attracted to me?
What horrid plant is that nightmarish smell coming from on the south campus stairs?
Taylor Swift.
Dr. Pepper and ice cream and fries.
How much longer can I stay healthy while my roommates are hacking up a lung?
Is there a cancer for eating too much Ramen?
5 more months . . .
Smelly Cat, what are they feeding you?
I need to go buy real food.
I need to work.
I need a hug.
Da Vinci. Machiavelli. Neo-Platonism.
I hate taking test.
Blah blah blah!!!
I hate writers block.
13 years ago
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