(soundtrack: The Cinematic Orchestra - To build a home)I'm out of inspiration.
I'm bored, disillusioned. I hate the fact I'm wasting my precious time to write dozens of pages of complete and utter randomness and more than that I hate the fact that a) I'll have to hold a presentation of all that in front of a bunch of people who couldn't care less about it and b) nobody (except for someone, and that someone has all of my understanding and gratitude) will ever read even half a line of it. (And that's why I need to produce a trilingual version of the abstract).
My head feels so heavy, all I can think of is throwing some random clothes into a bag and leaving for a couple of days. And I can't.
It makes me want to cry and smash my head against a very hard wall to see if this gives me some sort of relief.
