The End is Less Passionate Than Expected.

I have officially graduated from middle school.
Whoopee.
We went out to Kabuki with Simone, that was nice. Then we got home.

I watched the last DNAngel episode with Monique. The end was kind of crappy, and it made me really really depressed. Like I am now.

I can't think of one single thing to write about. I can't think of anything to draw. No lyrics come to me. I've always been so incredibly creative; stories flowed out of my mind in a continuous stream. My characters were amazing. What happened? What the FUCK happened to my creativity?! I freaking can't live wihtout it, ok? I'm going to stumble and fall and kill myself by landing on something sharp without it. I NEED IT. I could start a million snetences and they'll all be about something that's been done so much lately it's dead. Where did my Originality, my individuality go? I can't keep on like this, I really don't think I can. I want to be passionate in my writing. I want to be amazing at something. And just when I'm figuring this out all my art, all my skills, everything deserts me.

It's true. You never know what you have till its gone.

How do I bring it back? Please, please please come back. I need it back. I need it so terribly, terribly much.

Help.