Yearning, languishing, aching, for whatever it is that will fill this hole.
I wish I was better writer. I read some of the things that my friend Ryan writes, things about the most mundane stuff and I can't help but see that, when you compare mine to his, I am severely lacking in creativity and pretty much anything worthwhile when it comes to writing. I use to think that maybe I had something special when it came to putting down my thoughts on these processed pieces of notebook paper... but I think I might have lost it. Either that, or I never had it in the first place.