Writer's block...my best friend. Let's get along well shall we? Block my creative energy like a hunk of cholesterol impeding bloodflow in a feeble artery. Render my pen dry and inkless, kill my inspiration and shred my intuition to nil. To hell with you dear friend! You make me sick and ill.
But look at this! I am actually writing about my own incompetence! How wonderful it feels to actually get my fingers moving again to inscribe these immortal words onto a manuscript! My own despair is lending me creative energy to get me writing again.
Sooner or later I will stop writing. I need to read more.
Random thoughts for the random beggar. Hahahahaha! I laugh at you all.
Think you can insult me like that? You think so? Damn it, I've tried to win your love and trust! Withold all pretense and show me your inner self you coward! Hahahaha! I laugh at you all.
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