i hate getting stuck, like today - unable to move, lacking the motivation to do anything, eating my worries away. i am standing up and laying down on the floor and trying to draw and trying to read, not able to commit to a single thing i am doing. this is driving me insane, but i can't stop the loop. this is the place where my nostalgia is reborn, flourishing over my narrow existence. no wonder i can't create - what would i create from? reshaping my memories over and over again, completely emptying my well, i am unable to make anything new.