I've reached, like, a new level of boredom here. This normally doesn't happen to me. I mean I guess I feel sort of like nothing is challenging me lately. There's no fight that I have to win, no argument that I need to think about, I just have nothing on my mind lately except for this emptiness.

Still in a creative downspiral.

I feel like everybody has something special or important going on in their lives, and I have nothing to think about, or talk about really. I feel like I bore people when we're hanging out, I also feel afraid to ask to hang out with people that are sort of my friends. I feel like I'm losing old friendships, but have new ones that I could strengthen but are too scared to. Nothing's challenging me lately, and there's nothing that I really care about enough to devote my entire time to.

People do art requests on here... and well, I'm not an amazing artist. Which kind of sucks, because I'm an ambitious person. But I don't want to be better than people, I just like being equal, or being able to show somebody my art without being the slightest bit embarrassed about it.

Also, I need to write more, but I have no topics or inspiration. I mean I always want to write, and have so many unfinished stories but the inspiration for them is just not there. So if anybody wants me to write something about characters of theirs, and so on, I'd be more than happy to. Anything to get me out of writers block and to give me something to think about.

I know my watch list isn't especially amazing. But thank you to everybody who is on it. If you just delete this on your 'one new message' thing, I won't mind. I don't feel offended that you have something better to do. Let's face it, we all do sometime or another.

Again, I'm really sorry for posting such a... blarg journal thing. I feel sort of in a rut though. That I've been doing the same thing for days and days now. That there's nothing really special about me, nothing that defines me.

Okay, I kind of have to go now, I'm going to hope that I have an interesting dream, or something, because I need a challenge, or something to think about. Emptiness, I guess, is what I'm feeling.

I'm not asking anyone to read this journal, but if you do, thank you so much. You don't even have to comment, like, at all. Just the fact that you've read it makes me happy. Either way, I bid you all adieu.