I am sitting here listening to my honey play his guitar. He is so talented and I dont think he realizes it, which bothers me, but thats how most talented people are. He is trying to write a new song, he has had writers block pretty bad the past couple months, and so have I. I dont know what I have to really sit down and write about anymore. When your life is crappy it is easy to just make words flow out of your emotions, it is harder to write when you are content. And I am. It is pretty stupid. Nobody wants to read happy writing. Sometimes when he plays I want to cry because it is so beautiful, but also because he doesnt know its beautiful. Its like seeing something exquisite and not being able to share it with anyone. I feel like alot of things I have to write about have become average, regular. I dont have any exciting stories in my head, and poems dont fly to my fingers like they used to. Although my brain should be clearer than it was when I was younger, it feels so stiff. Sometimes I wonder if it was the drugs that helped me write, and draw, and paint. Maybe not, but thats how I feel most times. The only problem with being surrounded by talent is that you know that you will never ever be as good as most of them, We all have talent, but alot of us arent blessed with the extreme talent that those lucky few are. It sucks ass. Alot. Love you honey, you can read this now.