Inspirationless

I don't feel like writing (my stories I mean), but I feel like I WANT to, but I just stare at the page and feel not like actually doing it. I don't have anything worth saying on here either. I don't have anything worth saying to anyone else. I don't have a good book to read. I don't want to do CHORES before bed. I don't want to think too much. I feel pensively sad and don't know why. I wish I was a kid. No, that's wrong, I wish I could be a grown-up kid. No... I wish I could lock myself away in the dreamworld of my mind, where everything is the way I imagine it, and there is none of the craziness that is the rest of the world. But the people I love are out in the world... if I want to be with them, I can't be locked into myself... I wish they were all in my world, too.