bereft of words to the public eye.

hi there, all of you out there.

it is sunday night around 11.48pm and i have half an inch of work to clear before the morning begins.

i am confused, i am getting over my pms, i am quite lost in many ways, life's like that... just live.

i wonder whether its really work that does that to you
or growing old
i dont think everyone loses their ability to write though
so it might be work
but hey look at the girl in 'the belljar' she
was practically going crazy because she couldnt write an
inch to save her life so
she tried to lose it
but that is fiction though not utterly
because plath did take her life
i hope it wasnt because she couldnt write anymore
because there are more facets to writing than the act