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It's a bittersweet fact I'm eventually going to have to face up to, so I might as well do it now: I only write well when I'm in love. It doesn't even have to be requited. But I've done jack shit since Amber and I've known exactly why ever since. I've just been trying to prove it wrong, but it's not working. The story only flows when I have a reason for living.

So in short: I'm fucked.