scatterbrained.


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your eyes glance upon the empty page. you've been taking this class for months, and you know the dead lines are strict.


The art of creation, and the













there is nothing there.




there is nothing there still, no matter what you press nothing comes out.
why wont it work? its due at midnight sharp. just one page.




you look at your watch. its only six o'clock. you have time to waste. you stand up and walk


to the



to the kitchen.

you open your fridge. you need to get your thoughts together






there is nothing that catches your eye. you're hungry

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your throat is parched. you'll just get some water.



you open up your cabinet and grab an empty mug.



you fill it up with cold water.








the water sloshes around in its cup, threatening to spill onto the floor


glug, glug, glug


ah.


its nice and cold. its all good. you check the time.




its only 7. you have more time.

you sit back down at your desk and stare at the paper.





nothing?

The art of creation, and the














nothing.




maybe youll get inspiration. you turn on your phone, the brightness stunning you.

fuck, too bright.

you sigh, before turning down the brightness, just bearable enough for you to stare at.


you see a post.


something happened somewhere.


look, your mutual said something funny











god, what am i doing?







you continue to scroll.







okay, enough of this shit. time to


























sigh. nothing. you turn off your phone, putting it aside. it buzzes


bzzt.


bzzt.




bzzt.






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you check the time.






it is nine pm. better finish that paper.



……………….





you look outside.



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its late out. you need to finish that paper.




The art of creation, and the art of destruction. As we all know, everything must come to an end, but also
















that's just awful.


you erase it, no, you can do better than this. you had all week on this paper.



right?


right?







maybe like this, yeah…



shit, no, its I before E…



no, no. that's just bad.


you sigh, blowing off the pencil shavings.

the page is once again empty. hours have passed


and yet




nothing has worked.


you'll just go to bed, you're tired. you glance at the paper.
















your failures surmount to more than your greatest success.















bloody hell.

its too late for this shit.




you'll just deal with this in the morning.



rating: +13+x

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