Ya know, it has been forever since I posted a journal worth reading. Mostly they have been silly, insensible, and downright wastes of everyone's time.

I guess I should change that, now, eh?

I feel... sad.

Not from depression or some act of God, but because I feel like I failed everybody. I failed myself. I called myself a writer, a creator, and, yet, I can't get anything out of my fingers to actually make something worth reading.

It infuriates me. Really does...

I used to have that muse, that spark! But it's so... DEAD.

I miss it when people would read my work and enjoy it.

Yes, I miss some gratification. Most of all, though, I miss entertaining others.

I'm considering making a new profile on F.A., if just to shake the rust and dust off my shoulders.

~ Elijah.