Im not dreaming much. I dont think there is enough going on with my life at the moment to warrant any considerable about of dream time. It seems ive hit a dry spell in my creativity...that or the fact i have about 15 ideas i want to do, i dont know which direction im facing. Love really is no excuse for bad art, so why do i want to get loved up so much? Why do i feel the need to share feelings with someone else? I should have realized that it isnt going to work as relationships never work for me, i ruin everything i touch - circa House S06e7.
Euuuurgh no motivation, no new direction.
Oh, and for those who didnt guess, the theme of this post is melancholy.