frustration (cont.)

 I put on my headphones, start my playlist and open my word document but nothing comes out. The page stays blank, just as my brain. I have so many ideas for this story but no way to get them out. Then I think I'll draw instead but it's the same thing all over again. So, I want to change my mind by watching a movie but I can't find one interesting enough. I want to play a game but I don't. I wan't to read but I can't. And at the end of the day, it's another waste of time. My twenties are a succession of lost hours spent spiraling about stuff. I could genuinely scream and cry and shout but I don't even have enough energy for that. My room is a junkyard and it's been this way for weeks or even months at this point but still, I can't manage to do anything about it. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...