if you could strangle words it would look something like this entry

I believe in frustration. there's nothing that makes you feel more alive than working up a good rage. Frustration is like a stew; a mixture of  sweat, blood and tears spiced with some anxiety, panic, and anger. Its a universal treasure of humanity, for who has not felt like scratching their own eyes out at some point in time? 

you know what's frustrating? staring at a blank piece of paper for hours trying to get something down. This whole head-to-hand-to-paper shtick is a very inconvenient process. Why can't i just open my head and dump everything out? Why is it whenever i try to actually write something down i suddenly get writers block? Its not even so much of a writers block as it is more of a creative constipation. Its there is just won't come out. Or worse, when it does come out, it's nothing like the way you intended. Right now, I'd love to reflect on some inspirational concepts and some deep thoughts, but the only thing clear to me in this mind-haze is how uninspired I am.

Wow! That came off very whiny; my apologies for that cathartic nonsense.