I’m having trouble writing again. I think it’s because I haven’t been reading. Or maybe, I’m having an inspiration drought. It’s not quite writer’s block, but rather a lack of desire or interest. I’m not quite sure what to write about. My life has been fine. Drama-free for the most part. I’m in a secure, loving relationship where the guy actually treats me right. I have the greatest friends and my family is as supportive as ever. No, i don’t have a glamorous job, but hey, it’s steady and feeds my savings account. No, my life isn’t perfect, but then again, whose life is? So now I’m just living life.
how drab.
subsistence 