stuck stuck stuck,
i cannot think of anything to write about any more. is this what they call writes block, because if i so, it's majorly unsatisfactory as you may have guessed, and it makes me feel empty inside; like the shell of hermit crab once the crab has departed, or the shell of a snail after it's been long dead.
it's frustrating, it's almost as if it's come to a standstill and i'm waiting for the traffic light to turn green, but it never turns that way, instead it merelt flickers from red to orange, taunting my need to write with my lack of ideas.
