I have a need to write. Be it a post, an article, some work documents, or even gibberish. It doesn't even have to be grammatically or verbally correct. I just need to write. Something.
Luckily, I have a wealth of unpleasant and morbid experiences to draw upon in frigid times like these when I can't sleep and have the sudden urge to spew nonsensical bullcrap just for the heck of it.
But as luck would have it, I have suddenly hit writer's block and can't think of unpleasant and morbid experiences to draw upon. I've been trying ever since last night to invoke feelings of dread that I may cry so that I could and would, and perhaps be able to write about morbid and depresing content.
And why, do you ask, would I need to write such things? I have absolutely no idea. Other than the fact that if I were to be in a situation which calls for an absoltely unpleasant and morbid event to be written, I might or may not be in the correct state of mind to correctly, if not correctly portray said unplesant and morbid event.
I know it doesn't make sense. Just humour me.
I seriously need to find something better to do in my free time.