I'll come around like I always do.

I lost all inspiration to write, to think and to be responsible.
I hate myself because of it, although I couldn't really blame it completely with myself.
I am seriously hoping this was just a phase, because I think I don't have a right to slack here.
I'm just tired, I guess. I'll come around.

Or maybe I got the wrong inspiration? I thought I was getting inspired by one thing, but
then, in reality, it's really a distraction?

I don't want to think about it. My head's spinning right now.

How I wish I could turn back the time and be more responsible.

I'm so sorry for being so imperfect, that's just the way I was and will be.

Please do not hate me for being like this.

I will come around. I always would.