I wish I could be my own muse.
I wish I could be inspired by myself.
Because if you don't feel any feeling, it's hard to write about hardship.
I mean, how many times can I say "My heart feels like a rock" and keep that interesting?
So, my heart feels like a rock.
As of right now, I don't feel anything.
No sadness, no heartache. But no giddiness or joy either.
Except for when I read Preach My Gospel and the Book of Mormon. That's when I feel love.
But other than that...
I'm out of commission, folks.
Put me on a shelf, because the feelings just aren't there.
Isn't that terrifying?