This is awful... I have all this... All this great stories inside my head... phone callings, decisions, cars, love... even mermaids somewhere!

But I fogot how to write them...
I haven't write anything decent in months... Maybe there's even a year...

And I need that thing back! It was the only one thing that made me happy... Knowing that I could scape at any moment... And invent a great story to live inside myself...    Now I conform myself with that... Cheap american production... Well, I admit it, I love it!

But I wish I could write my own things again... :(