I’m not sure that many people actually pay attention to my tumblr so it seems like a good place to do some cathartic ranting, some untangling of brains and guts and weird thoughts and feelings. I’ve had some kind of major writers block just lately which is driving me mental and I thought I might just use this as a space to do a little musing and writing, even if it is just typing away some long ramble-y thoughts. I feel like I’ve fallen out with writing songs, drawing pictures and writing things which is making me very sad as these are the things that make me feel like me. It always happens when I have too much free time.. it’s sort of like thinking ‘I have the whole summer to hang out with my best friend!’ and a week into it I’m crawling the walls wondering why I ever liked her in the first place. I am starting to freak out and worry that I’ve stopped liking music, which this evening I realised it insane because a. I couldn’t possibly get this worked up about not liking something that I… didn’t like?! and b. I know, even if I’m not feeling it right now, that music is my favourite thing in the world. It just sort of feels like there is a massive brick wall between me and my enjoying it. There seems to be some hilarious irony in the fact that I dream of writing songs for people who worry and obsess and get their mind in silly scary anxious ruts as often as I do yet those silly scary anxious ruts still have the ability to stop me … writing songs.
So I’m going to write on here, and document my attempt to unclog my mind. I’ve still not really worked out if I want anyone to read it.
day 1. here’s a song I love: Laughing With - Regina Spektor x