Every night, I lay in bed and -stare- at my notebook, and try to write something. I wind up writing trivial bullshit, because nothing comes to me.
When did I get like this?
I used to be unable to -stop- myself from writing.
I write these half-assed stories, now.
I write less than that, for entries.
On my own... here we go.I wonder if you
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