I need to write something. Any fucking thing.
I really wish I had some form of fucking inspiration. Anything. Just a beginning, a middle, and an end. That’s all I really want. Just to write some fucking thing that even remotely makes sense that’s longer than a paragraph. Or a sentence. Or a fragment.
Do you want to go on a walk? I really need to get out. Find inspiration. Find something. Maybe I’ll ask him when he gets home. I...