God, I'm tired, and not in that "I should probably go laydown and sleep" sort of tired, either.
I'm tired of me.
I'm tired of sitting here trying to think of something constructive, something to write, I'm a writer, fuckin'dammit, this is my passion, my medium! But the same useless drivvle keeps comming again and again. I write somthing, look back at it and wrinkle my nose thinking it nothing more then trash. God, a good inspiration hasn't struck me in so long I'm begining to wonder if my creativity is just dead.
If I can't do this....then I am useless. A husk. A useless husk wasting time and energy that could be better spent on someone else with a buck of talent.
Gah! it makes me want to tear my hair out by the roots and throw it around me. Makes me want to scratch at myself, cut myself like I did in highschool. Do things that I know I shouldn't be doing. Something, anything, maybe if I could get myself out of this rut, do something so dramatic I'll open myself up to something again.
Fuckin' A! A whole goddamned hour and the only thing I could come up with is
( this: )Maybe someone can tell me its all in my head.........