I'm lost. I don't know what to write about. For already a couple of months I don't know what to write about. I don't know whether to open myself up, or hide behind plugs, links and other extras. Whether to reveal what is worth writing about or go on making unworthy of anyone's time lists and day-to-day entries. I don't know where to get inspiration. Not only in my diary can't I write, but anywhere. My Muse has left me, she has left me to the reality of life, and life's bitch. Without poems, without writing my life doesn't make much sense. People say "make the best of it!" but I can't without what soothes me the most.

Proud feeling of creating something great, being ashamed of showing off too much... That's me, that's who I am. Don't take that away!..

I won't be able to survive in real world without those words that mean so much to me. I'm just not strong enough...

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