I have no inspiration right now. Oh, believe me, it's not like i-don't-have-a-crush-right-now-i-think-im-gonna-get-one. Because I DO have lots of crushes. Gaspard Ulliel, for instance.

What I mean is that nothing fills up my soul anymore. Every thing's oh so bland. So boring. I feel numb. Nothing. Not a single nerve in my body seems to be responding anymore. I think I'm paralyzed. Really.

I thought I might get inspired with the film, "Paris, je t'aime", but no. I did get a little bit emotional when I saw the film, but right now, it's all back to normal. This writer's block thing is really annoying me. No words come out except when I'm writing in this blog. But who would wanna hear about my rants, complaints and random blah blah blahs in a school paper? No one. The whole student body will think I'm a crazy hag.

Look. See. I'm just rambling about nothing. Just spontaneous words. No meaning, whatsoever. I need to find photographs. Good ones, of course. I know they're the only ones that can erase this loneliness, this feeling of anxiety I've been having ever since... who knows when.

This 6-day weekend (thanks to Bagyong Egay) made me think a lot. Stuff that I didn't care about. Stuff that I decided to ignore. Everything that's been bugging me. They made me feel a whole lot worse because of the HUGE pressure they had on me. Still have.

I really wish this phase (or whatever it is) would fade away now, because I wanna go back to being my carefree old self. NOW.