Lets hope it to come back to my lonely life. Being unable even to write properly sucks. Sucks big time.
Or lets do as dear Mrs. Shrink wants and try to think why it manifests only to the benefit of others. Is it becouse I'm avoiding my duties? Avoiding my life? Not confident on my own capacity and therefore scared of living and it's blocking my sinapses?
Could be also becouse I'm not on anything that could bring the good ideas back. I'm not reading a good book, watching a nice movie or creating a band. I'm not even shopping! My once endless freetime is now spread through a infinite study timetable.
Or is it becouse I've reached the creative limit of my life?
