dried up well

of inspiration. of words. the weight of this block around my neck gets heavier everytime i see a pen and paper. everytime i see blank screen. makes me want to see if i can sink to the bottom of the ocean...
what the hell was i ever thinking.....used to care but nowadays its just what gets me by on a 24 hour watch. neither alive or dead. one day i'm a wreck, the next day i'm doing fine. stop flipping the switch in my head before i rip it out and throw it through your window. nothing makes me smile more than thinking about slashing your tires and smashing your windows, pissing on your doorstep (where eagles dare to swallow whole). haha.