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i just read k's blog... (which she is now removing from circulation.) i'm always so impressed by her and jealous, and i feel so lame. even though she is having a much harder time with her issues than me at this point. her creativity and her humour and her intellect and her (cutely frenchified) eloquence leave me feeling like such a fucking lump of dirt. i want so badly to be able to create, but i just can't ever get around to it, and does that mean that i have nothing to say, nothing to express, nothing inside of me? i fear that whatever creativity and semi-original thought i may once have had has dried up and turned to dust and blown away...
