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I hardly write anymore. I go through phases and periods of intense thoughts that I feel obligated to write down, however lately it's been the opposite. My mind is this empty cave of confusion and dark thoughts. I've become rigid and frozen. I've forgotten how to be alone with my thoughts, let alone explain what is racing through my mind. I've somehow let these fears and anxieties of mine overtake my life. I'm strong enough to overcome this, I'm sure I am. Yet, I haven't found the inspiration I so desperately need to push myself, and I doubt it's going to appear miraculously however much I wish. It's not all bad, but that's all my mind seems to focus on, despite my valiant efforts. Every moment I spend in the sunshine I feel myself unraveling. How much longer will I have to wait for complete and utter tranquility?
