i jused to be the girl that wrote lovestorys like fairlytales, better saying; i was always filled with inspiration and wrote streight A’s anytime. Now i’ve experienced real love and i got nothing, nothing in the inspiration tank and nothing will come from my fingers out on to the white area right infront of me… I get small panic-attacks whenever i hear the word roman. My teacher; “write a roman until next thursday” for real,my heart skipped a beat! i used to write things on my time of when i had nothing to do, i used to have all these ideas, well i wonder.. where the fuck did that go!?