Tonight I realized that I am utterly uninspired. My life is of monotonous white against black. No conflict, no nagging insecurities of notable sort, no things which give me great pleasure besides the alienation of music or literature. I can't create because no idea which I have seems worth creating, and even these bad ideas are few and far between. The television is on, and I'm becoming increasingly annoyed. I'm repulsed by what I just wrote. God damn it.