BBL!

I am terrified that this mind constipation (my current dilemma in life right now) leaves me with nothing to say, nothing to shoot, nothing to write, etc.
But lately my creative state of mind is in hibernation. And what is the result? I am going to go on a hiatus. I need to anyways. I'm too caught up with "growing up." Thank you puberty.
The ignominy of watching myself waste away treasured time. Hiatus, until this mind constipation is over and I just shit on everyone with great new ideas.

Fact Of The Day: I hear that I changed, matured, in a sense. It disturbs my brain to know that I'm evolving (or devolving) and I can't feel the becoming.