in which sarah struggles to write. o:
I'm not feeling very inspired lately. I keep on trying to force something to come out, and it's just not working and it's soso frustrating and idk.
i'll try writing something now.
and there are strangers that sit around you, all around you, watching you closely, closely, closer. and you are elevated, you're flying (but not really) and the world may have moved a bit (just two inches to the left) because you keep on flying into things, ramming face on, head on. and there are people all around you, these strangers smiling at your mistakes and at your triumphs and you drink in their faces, the memory of their smiles stretching over their faces too tightly to try and feel quite so alone.
slfkjs still mediocre. I don't know what's wrong with me but i just can't seem to write. umum. gonna try again.
i. && i'll buy you diamonds, baby.
you don't know when it started, or when it happened. one moment he was there, not nessesarily the gorgeous face but he had it. those sweet smiles and candy flavoured words that he was made up of until that purity left and all that remained was the beautiful voice, that voice and that suddenly pretty face.
now he flirts with his eyes, he'd look up through his lashes and his eyes are liquid, baby, burning bright, burning hard, burning down down down. shige did my make up today, don't you like it ryoo and he would look at you, look at you until you feel softer, you back down just a little and then he would smile and say let's eat out tonight and you would say all right.
and it could have all been fine, picture perfect day except that he doesn't turn up and you end up drunk and stumbling home at two, attempting to sleep and then phoning people at three o'clock in the morning, it's three o'clock ryo, i have drama shootings and we've got tapings tommorow so get some sleep says pi, and shige says you aren't getting enough sleep ryo and koyama and massu echo similar thoughts (just go to sleep ryo, now now now).
tegoshi doesn't even answer the phone.
...asljkfla i can't write. I don't feel like I can. It's like this poem I read in english the other day. 'The dumb words are stuck in my throat and will not come.'
SOMEONE GIMME A PLOT. D: