maybe.

to be true, i don't know if anything will really happen for me and somebody else.

i don't know if anyone will ever really like me or what i like because i just feel so different. i look at my Facebook page, my tweets, my notebooks, my drawings and everything else... and i just feel abnormal. not that what i like is bad--it just seems impossible that anyone would fancy someone like me.

but i mean... why can't i be liked by someone wonderful? why can't i for once be desired by someone talented and creative and handsome? or someone wise, brave and humble? why does it seem as though he doesn't even exist? if he does, why is it so hard to find him? and if he doesn't? why is it so hard for me to accept that?

absolutely positively wonderfully fantastically stupendously out of ideas.

so.

for the first time in quite a while, i am out of ideas.

i'm stuck on this twelve-page photography book on "Hope," and i can't come up with a single plot or a central idea for it.

i've been jotting down ideas every night, thinking about possible plots when at the mall or walking to school or staring at the ceiling, but nothing seems to be working. nothing at all. and even with that mind map you see above, i still have nothing to work with.

you bet it's one of the most terrible things in the universe... it's also an Aman plate, for goodness sakes... even when i dare sleep it off to think of something new, nothing comes up for it. it's terrible--'specially when this subject happens to be your favorite subject as well.

i'm really hoping the deadline for this won't be next week... i've just got nothing on me yet.