I never disliked writing everything, every single word that clung to my mind, every feeling that sucked the breath out of me, every memory that reversed itself. I always wanted to lay and pin it in my daily dose. But suddenly, a block stepped out of my way, it’s very annoying. Because i really haven’t had any idea why out of the blue it haunted me. Nowadays, every time i write i couldn’t have a chance to kiss it goodbye, it ended up without a terminal mark. It’s like something ought to spend eternity in a bin when you held it…

I couldn’t!!! Crap