Sumbling on reasons that are FAR and FEW.

I'm losing my inspiration. Losing my touch for poetry and songwriting. i haven't written a song in the longest time. haven't touched the guitar in the longest time. haven't had the me-time that i so often used to have. even as i sit here in front of the com i find myself having less and less to blog about. The fear of offending anybody seems...well...it's basically i can't blog about things the way i used to anymore. i just don't know what to say. or can't seem to find something to blog about. or lost the interest in analysing situations and giving my take on it. or can't seem to tune my brain to the way it was before.
Artistic, and drawing inspiration from even the slightest most minute things around me.
i guess it's just a phase that i'm going through. a point in time where everything seems down and there's nothing worth mentioning. i've tried people-watching again but i find this time all that goes through my mind is plain blank emptiness. maybe it's just me mising my old life. back where things were much simpler where all i had to bother about was how my hair looked and whether my friends were coming to sch.
About my notebook, that's another disappointed. it's been blank and all i have in it is my front page and my intro entry.
but that's another story for another time. when i have more running through my mind.



so can you explain,
how in the world did things turn out to be this way??
and can you explain,
how in the world did I turn out to be this?
i don't know why,
i'm on this earth.
Hello god, are you still there?









It hurts that i'm no longer the same.






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ok so i'm back at the com and i still find myself having nothing to talk about. do you see what i'm doing?? i'm trying to talk as much about the fact that i have nothing to talk about so that i seems like i have alot to say. but at the end of everything, you're still left with only the fact that i'm saying nothing other than "i'm saying nothing". and i hate it. i'm desperately trying to cling on to something that would make me feel like myself again. anything would do. everyone areound me are all doing something, looking like they've got a purpose being here. and yet when i look at myself, i'm just here. JUST HERE. stoning dreaming away in front of the com. i need a break from myself.