I scream myself to sleep as I am cursed. There is nothing I can do except continue on to write and be plagued by this disease. It is a disease really or if it isn't I'm not sure what it is. I keep getting ideas, for stories and I somehow am forced to write, despite being unwilling to.
I just can't stop & its killing me.
Even in my sleep, the only thing I do is think up ideas. I wake up in the morning and have the urge to write. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can barely even think of anything else.
It's a tortured existence I live.
If this doesn't stop, I may be forced to do something drastic.
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