I get writer's block in relationships...
It's official, when I'm depressed I'm a much better person. I'm friendly... er to my guy friends, I'm more empathetic to my gal friends, and I can write like the wind. Only set back is I'm constantly complaining on my LJ, my poems always talk about why I'm depressed, and my Insomnia greatly controls my life. Then again, who cares, I have my stories, what more could anyone want? I'll probably end up one of those writers hauled off in their lonely houses smoking cigarettes and drinking beer to pass time, cursing myself for not being able to think. Either that or I'll find true love settle down, become the loving caring father/husband I always wanted to be. Or even moreso, I'll reach enlightenment and become a Buddhist monk. The possibilities are endless, all I gotta do is make it through this little piece of life that knocks so many out of the running. I'm just amazed at how many people rushed to my aid when both happened. I'm amazed at who did and who didn't. I just realised, that I've rushed to everyone's aid at least once, and if not, offered to. Yet when it comes to my needs many turned tail, maybe there's more to this friendship thing than I thought, is there a small piece that I'm not seeing here? When does friend become enemy? When they poke fun at me constantly? When they use me alot more than others? When they ignore me? When they don't seem to care about my troubles? Where's the line...