1. 22:46 18th Feb 2010

    Dear Writer’s Block,

    You will be the death of me, if depression doesn’t beat you to the punch.

    There are so many thoughts running through my head; So many melodies, so many potential songs. I just can’t grasp any of them. They’re flying around like hummingbirds, going at a speed I can’t catch up with.

    It’s not fair.

    I think it’s about time we part ways. We’ve spent too much time together and I know you all too well. Our relationship must come to an end. There are so many other people out there for you to become attached too. I need my freedom.

    I’ll be honest when I say it’s not me. It’s you.

    Never yours,
    Elizabeth