Two goddamn years. I feel like a mess.
I mean, it doesn’t help that the US elected a cut-rate Batman villain as president, and I’m scared for a lot of people. But it’s not as if I can do anything about that. Almost two years and I haven’t written here.
I think… perhaps I should. Maybe it’ll make me feel better.
I’ve been struggling to write lately.
I don’t know what to do. My job is okay but… all I want to do is write and be left alone, and in the moments like now, when I can sit down and write, I feel lost. Like I have no inspiration left.
I think I’ll have to start writing about random things on my desk if I continue in this fashion. I don’t know.
Maybe I’ll keep this up. Maybe.