Today -
I cannot write. I just cant.
How long will this writer's block prevail?

Booogsh... wake up, sarah. C'mon.. what exactly do you call THIS? Of course i can write.

But i just cant...

Ugh... curses. Why do writers always get this 'disease'? There's something disturbing deep inside, and its this pea again. Now i tried to write my way into that pea, but the darkness is just too overwhelming.

Now, i cant even write my way into it. Im stuck...

Now what?

I wonder how im to deal with this...

I mean, aside from music, caffeine, pills, cigarettes, and art/beauty...

How else do i get the creative imagination working again?

Hmm.. AHA!

I NEED DANGER.

I NEED TO TAKE ANOTHER FATAL RISK... yet again.

God, Im getting a little too dependent upon this route, huh?

Well - what else is there?

Its the only thing that makes me feel alive...

I mean, one has to preserve feeling alive, right?

Even to the point of endangering one's life.

What else makes life worth living... but danger.

I wonder what kind of danger id be taking on this time...