God? Lucifer? Where art thou Muses?
I really don't know what to write anymore. Honestly, it's almost I feel that lj is a waste of my time. But I also thought that writing (my type of writing) was a waste of my time also. But I have noticed that my anger was a lot less threatening when I wrote. Maybe, perhaps I should write again. I don't know if it is in me, though. I seem to have the worst case of writer's block. I haven't been able to write in a long time. I also feel I haven't the privacy I need to write. I used to be able to conjure up the most beautiful, dark, but beautiful works of art in the most loudest, chaotic places. But that talent has seem to have abandoned me. I don't really try, either. The story of my life.