Dead end

Blank page.That's all I've got.No ideas, no inspiration, I'm oblivious, I can't remember small things, but I can't seem to forget things I want to forget.Darn memory. When I need it, it can't help me, like now. I'm like an open book with no words in it. Not a single letter written on those white pages. Nothing.Or maybe anything.I just realized I'm boring and bored with my life, yeah, just another useless trashy girl. But I'm not like that. I want so badly to be different, to step up, to make a difference. I want happiness, love, desire, health, love, desire, friendship, oh what the hell, I want some money. Useless brain.