I’m trying to figure out how I feel today. I thought about writing a poem, but nothing is coming to mind. Damn these meds, sometimes I think they almost surgically cut out my creativity. I’m not depressed, or I could write, I do my best writing when I’m depressed. I’m not happy, cause I’m not joking around and shit like I usually do. I just AM, and it’s frustrating as hell. I know I’m going to have to write something for English Comp this week, and I sure hope I break out of this rut. I have come to a messure of acceptance about some things, like I gotta keep on taking these meds even though there’s a part of me that feels smashed in a corner by them, and is struggling to be free.
