Oh how I long for insperation.

I haven't written anything really thoughtful or relivent in a long time. I used to get relief from writing, and now everytime I sit down to say anything I go blank... that or I stick to the same things.  I'm boring. That's what I've become: BORING. I don't have relivant thoughts. Is that it? No. I don't WRITE relivent or thoughtful things.

Limitations. I'm limited.

I want to be bigger than what I am, and possibly that could be holding me back. ^{Would I know if I were?} You're right. Probably _not^.  My asperations are largeand my will isn't worthy of even mentioning. I have no will. I quit... everything. I quit being a certain way because I'm tired of it. I want to be someone new and exciting.  Something exciting for everyone else. I feed off that.

Consistancy.

I'm bored now. I can't even amuse myself.