I really have nothing to say, which is quite problematic because my creative edge is slowly dying. Or something. My irrational fear right now is that I'll turn 21 and start writing with my right hand because the right side of my brain has finally withered away and I will become a drone without emotions.

I'm in a glass cage of emotion.

I firmly believe all of these problems link to the fact that I've missed the past two episodes of Pretty Little Liars, and hope to catch up soon so my world is okay.