ideas please come back i need you.

i'm out of ideas...need inspiration

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.

I MANY times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

Remorse is cureless,—the disease
Not even God can heal;
For ’t is His institution,—
The complement of hell.

not feeling so good

so nervous

someone occupying my bed so i can't sleep

so sleepy...

hi