Dear Inspiration,
In the midst of writing stories (for school), sketching up a new layout (my first try went down the rabbit hole), reading, procrastinating about random things, and summing up decent and whole-hearted comments, I find myself in stuck in between life, the WWW, and fiction. I’ve just been distracted lately, and amongst all these things I am in a rut. 
To think I can’t find a thing to write about is simply sad. The thing of question, where has my inspiration gone (where are you now1)? My brain is mush of insipid thoughts: “as I’m swimming through the stereo, I’m writing you a symphony of sound1” I have felt lost without you.
I miss you, come back soon?
Missing You More Everyday,
Tiffany
1 lyrics from The Mixed Tape by Jack’s Mannequin
