I write a fair amount in my own life. My main focus is poems and I have an entire blog devoted to it, but I've been having very bad writer's block. On here I've only ever written one other blog post and I wanted to write another. Again, I have no idea what to say. The fact that I'm even on this website is to avoid the work I should be doing - writing a poem so that maybe for once I won't be scrounging up words last minute, or writing a few pages of the paper I'm working on.
But none of that is happening.
On a brighter note, I got to final three in my second fasting. It gave me a great deal of stress and no inspiration. Well, maybe a little inspiration. What happens when you're faced with the idea that everyone around you might be lying and you still need to trust at least some of them?
