That's the best I can do right now. Nothing is flowing. I've hit my writer's block and it's a tall fucking wall. This is what happens when I become happy. When I was depressed, I could bring everything out, but now I struggle to even describe how I'm currently feeling. I can't find the right song to suit my moods, I can't find the right moods to write in, I can't do it anymore. I've lost my muse.
I need to finish building my desk so I can have my own space. Space where nothing invades.