It also seems that the unhappy writers are the enduring writer. Hampered or limited by their suffering, literature becomes their focus and salvation, forcing them to give their best every moment of creation. Writing becomes their medicine, their way of escape, the catalyst for their imagination.
DO YOU KNOW THAT KIND OF WRITER’S BLOCK WHERE YOU ALREADY HAVE A PLOT, YOU KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT AND YOU JUST STARE AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN FOR HOURS UNTIL YOU FINALLY CLOSE THE DOCUMENT AND CURSE YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE
CAUSE I DO
Just had a pity party with a friend in the lab about how terrible this week is.
It’s 10:15 am, Monday morning
ive watched this so many times
u know he hit the blunt right before he walked out like “just one hit no big deal” but he pulled TOO HARD
omg he’s so scared. I feel like I’ve been in this exact position. and then when letterman makes the “dave-z” joke u see his face light up and he’s like “yes… This is my friend”