was to create today. I was inspired, I was happy to have my creative vision back. I was so hopeful that I could make something beautiful today, maybe even write something.
Now it's gone as quickly as it came, and I'm dead inside. All that is left is the swelling anger I've got exponentially filling my stomach, making me want to cry tears that I know just don't come any longer.
I don't know why I even fucking bother trying anymore.