Writers Block.

Fucking hell. I can't do it, I can't write. I am suffering from an acute case of writers block. I have had a lot to say, but little means to express it. As to why I am not sure. I believe it may have something to do with the amount of change in my life. Since my last real post I have done a great many things, but chief among them I have moved out of home.

Welcome to independence old chap! It is a wonderful feeling. I have the freedom to be who I want to be, In my own space on my own terms. I have not experienced a greater feeling than this ever. Grand as it may be however, it does come with its own set of, (not entirely unforeseeable) problems. Chief among them being money. Until you have to make it on your own, you don't actually realise how expensive things are. Sure, rent is cheap enough, but its the things that you don't factor in that make life difficult. How much do you think you would spend on food per week? OK, double that and now your in the right ballpark.

So shits expensive, but at least I am working right? Wrong. Due to circumstances beyond my control, my employment was ceased, leaving me stranded, with little to no savings, in a bit of a pickle. Suddenly unemployed, with mounting debt and rent to pay leaves you feeling pretty scared let me tell you.

I believe its these things that have lead to having a lobotomy on the creative part of my brain. Hopefully fixing these problems will allow it to rejuvenate naturally. Or else I am really fucked ey?

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