Oh.
I think I've hit an all-time low. This is probably the first time in a long, long while that I have absolutely nothing to say. I'm not inspired. I'm not depressed. At least, not in the usual way in which I feel the urge to pour my heart and my brains out onto my online scribble places. Or on paper. Or something.
I just don't feel like writing anymore.
Bad, y/n?
Maybe I'm just still recovering from having the rug pulled from under my feet recently. By someone I care about the most. I seriously believe I had lost some of my ability to dream because of that alone.
I feel creative and excited once in a while; sometimes I look up at the sky and feel the old feeling of wanting to fly away. But they're mostly fleeting, days at most. I'm trying to figure things out, though, so maybe...maybe.