People don’t understand when I tell them that I just can’t do it sometimes. They say, “Its not that hard to write, its all there, you just need to let it out”
They don’t understand. Its like when your mother comes and rearranges everything in your room.
You know its in there, but that doesn’t make it any easier to find. Its still missing, no matter how hard you look.
You’re lost in a sea of your own thoughts and all you can write is:
“I can’t.”
