I have been trying to write. Not much is coming out. A paragraph here or there that is disjointed and never gets off the ground is all I've been able to produce recently. I think about writing every single day. I can't get the words out. I have so much stress in my life right now and not enough functionality to deal with it.
I feel guilty.
I feel I was put here to write stories, and I'm not doing what I am supposed to be doing. Instead, I'm dealing wtih all the things that are necessary to survive this society. Working, errands, chores. There isn't anything left of me except an unmotivated lump.
