It is too crowded here. There are too many people and they are all too close.
I don’t get to really write anymore because of it.
All I am doing anymore is responding or reacting to the lack of privacy which is not really living, nor is it really writing.
I used to be able to write – sentences in my head. I used to be able to free associate, be creative in my thoughts, and I was pretty damn good considering I had just started. I was on a path to writing and accomplishing something significant, meaningful, and powerful.
I could say it has been stolen from me for surely that is true.
I could say that it has been taken from me as that also applies.
The truth is where I am living has a harmful and negative impact and affect upon me.