The closest I've ever come to a cry for help
It's finally happened. I am completely and incomprehensibly incapable of writing. There are so many stories I want to tell and so many thoughts that I want to express, but my mind is at an utter lapse for words. My fingers, so eager to attack the keyboard, remain motionless. Not even a high dosage of caffeine or a bombardment of exhilarating music could ignite my stunted mind. This must be what it’s truly like to be dead. What do I do now?