I have a lot of poems unfinished, and I'd love to start another story soon. I just feel like I never have time. There's never enough hours in the day. Maybe it's because living with someone else gets in my way because I'm weird when I write. I try and stay at least a little inhebreated when I'm sticking to my creative side, and I like to shut out the world when I write. Living with my SO, and always picking this friend up to go there and here and there gives me no time to spend my time alone and write everything out. I'm in no way complaining. No one is really in my way of my creativity, it's just been getting harder and harder to have some me time. Just me. Just me and a key board with some Jack or MaryJane. Hopefully sometime soon I'll be able to find some time to let everyone know to just leave me alone for a whole day so I can just spend the day with me. No cell phone, no internet, nothing.

I'm getting a splitting headache out of no where and it's getting difficult to type. I had caffeine, but I guess it's not working.