bleargh
is what i feel whenever i try to sit myself down in front of the computer to write anything. there's this history of nothingness that keeps telling me to stop trying; a wall in between myself and the keyboard; my head filled with soap suds, my hands constantly feeling around in it, reaching in for something, always ending up with the same thing over and over - a trail of incoherence. and i can't believe that with a one, almost two-year respite, i'm still at it.