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So, how long exactly did it take me to realize this? Spring before last, I think. Let's see... February... 7th? Or was it later than that? I keep wanting to say the 7th, dunno why. But I think it was sometime close to the 7th.
Ironic. I see so many people saying that their biggest inspiration the person they love. Then why did my inspiration seem to dissapear? I can't write, I can't draw, yet all the time I'm always paying attention to weird little details of the world that I can't shape into letters or lines. I used to be able to write five pages an hour. More with coffee. Now I can't even write five paragraphs in a day. With or without coffee.
Please let me see him tonight, even if he's not really there and his expressions are fabricated. I don't care. I'll love every single second because they're the closest to real I'm ever going to get.
Ironic. I see so many people saying that their biggest inspiration the person they love. Then why did my inspiration seem to dissapear? I can't write, I can't draw, yet all the time I'm always paying attention to weird little details of the world that I can't shape into letters or lines. I used to be able to write five pages an hour. More with coffee. Now I can't even write five paragraphs in a day. With or without coffee.
Please let me see him tonight, even if he's not really there and his expressions are fabricated. I don't care. I'll love every single second because they're the closest to real I'm ever going to get.