brain bash.

i think i have writer's block. =\

yes, my words seem to be conspiring against me, even as my fingers rush to get this all down and out of my head before i forget these fleeting moments empty of insanity.

how contradictory i am. considering, of course, my reluctance to acknowledge the existence of writer's block. this pointless excuse, i always thought, to sit and loll around and disregard your 'responsibilities'. in a sense.

sure, i'm writing now. right now. about my dilemma, of course. nothing else is coming out at the moment. i look at my old writing and laugh. it sounds nothing like the tales i spell out now.

and now i'm just bashing you over the head with incredibly large words that probably don't make sense.

i want to write. i just can't.

help, please?