I’m desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest,
Of this shit off my chest, again, stuck in this slum,
Cant think of nothing, fuck I’m stumped,
But wait here comes something,
Nope, it’s not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
Crinkle it up and throw that shit out,
I’m fizzling now thought I had figured it out...
"Run, Rabbit, Run" Eminem
This is what it feels like right now, trying to write some stuff. It sucks ass. It took me 20 minutes to compose an email to someone.