30th December

I couldn’t write yesterday, I just couldn’t. My thoughts are shutting themselves off. It’s like I see nothing and hear nothing everyday so my mind has nothing new to focus on, to exercise it and I get kind of depressed, kind of lost. Go figure. I try to make up poems and songs and stuff in my head but it’s like there’s nothing there anymore. My brain has used it all up. I guess you were wrong Mum, my imagination isn’t so big after all.