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why does creating something new have to be so frustrating?

chan heaves a deep, exhausted sigh; his mind plagued with exhaustion, if the ever-present eyebags are enough evidence to go off of.

he hunches over the desk, his head hanging in his hands.

he's slowly losing his mind; his brain scrambled and shrouded by irrelevant, insignificant thoughts overshadowing the more dominant brain processes that actually matter.

insommia isn't a new experience for him; it greets him every night routinely.
when it occurs, he knows he can find comfort and stability in his studio sat at his desk creating masterpieces.

the creative block he experiences is new and he does not like it.
he stares blankly at the now seemingly impossibility bright screen of his computer.
it angers him now to see just how little work he's done.

his gaze travels to the bottom right corner.
"two fucking a.m."
he mutters; saying it out loud only frustrates him further.

without work to distract him, all his brain can process is just how exhausted he is, but he lacks the ability to just fall asleep.

he groans pushing himself up from the desk.
he runs his hands over his face, symbolically rubbing away the sleep.

his pocket buzzes, pulling him from his inner turmoil.
he pulls his phone from his back pocket; he stares at the lock screen, the message icon evidence that he'd received a text.

he taps on the icon; the phone makes him type in his passcode before he can see the message.

| i can't sleep

a message from changbin.
it's short and simple; three words telling chan everything he needs to know.

he sighs a deep breath of exhaustion; he text the manager he's ready to leave, packing up his things and exiting the studio.

he passes by the practice rooms hearing faint music.
curiousity gets the better of him and he takes a quick peek inside the room.
yellow florescent light illuminating the dim hallway around it evidence that it's in use.