That's it! i'm done for. i've reached then end. the very nadir of my failure has consumed me. i should just relocate to the North Pole. Make friends with all the salmon and polar bears. ask Santa whether he wants to adopt me. okay fine. i'm exaggerating.
The cause of this exaggeration is... well... i have writer's block! nooooo... this sucks. big time. seriously. i've been trying to look for a title. a muse, an inspiration that will hurl me into a world of words where fantastic stories will spill out of my fingertips. no such luck. yipee me! i've been looking literally everywhere. yesterday, when we went to KL, i searched everywhere for it. it. that something that will make me sigh or laugh at the complete irony or reflect. heck. noooo. nothing seemed inspiring enough. and to make it all the worse. i have an essay to hand up on monday. for the school's anthenaeum. GREAT!
wait. i think something's struck me. ooh ooh ooh. sheer bliss. but will it be as great as i think it will be? or will it just be some dumb try-hard essay about teenagers? well... we shall soon find out. fingers crossed my essay will be picked! ;)
Track of the seemingly uninspired entry:
Secondhand Serenade - Your Call
thinking she's found her inspiration.
BecKy