Venting
I am sitting on my couch trying to motivate my muse into writing a story. Now normally this lack of inspiration wouldn't bother me except the story I'm trying to finish is for a friends birthday, which by the way has passed. What a slack friend I am. I am hoping by venting I may suddenly be inspired to right, I hope. So recently I was diagnosed with serve depression which sucks and only served to depress me more. Now that I'm all vented out I shall attempt to finish my story.