There's blood on my fingers.

I used to be able to fill this little box right up with imaginative insights, self-involved thoughts and general blabbering on. Now, though, it seems as though something's missing. The journals that were once, i felt, brimming with creativity are now empty to the public; the brief updates which appear every few months are hidden away again within a couple of days, and the only new material seems to be old material recycled. What's happened? Why was i able to flow so easily before, whereas now i lack in the natural ability?

Well, happy valentine's day to all. <3