Work ramblings...

I feel stifled by my inability to write anything remotely exciting or original. It sounds like I'm bitching, I know, but it's the way I feel.

I think it's partly to do with the fact that nothing terribly exciting is going on in my life right now. Actually, it's pissing me off. There's no....Passion. *Rolls eyes* I know, right? There's really no internal energy. No driving force. I'm tired and empty. 

There's no new experiences. Anyone who truely knows me and knows my mind will get the way I'm feeling. I crave experience. I love to learn new things all the time. I need that. It gives me the kind of material I need....All I need is someone to teach me...Take me for a wild ride.

I feel restless and bored. I know that somewhere in the dark and dusty corners of my mind, there is something there. There's emotions and feelings and sensations. Tautology, I know. But I know all hope is not lost because of that quiet stirring. I know there is something there that I can commit to paper in my lazy, unidentifiable scrawl. 

All I need is that release. A key, almost. Just that one moment, that particular experience, and that will be all it takes. Something new. Someone new.