It's this house. I know that's what it is. It zaps everything out of me and robs me of my creativity. Whenever I'm here, I feel trapped and drained. I can't take this house much longer. I want my life back. I want my creativity back.
I want my words back. I want my imaginary friends to talk to me again like they did in Ireland. All the ideas they shared with me--bringing me back to their world and revealing the story to me. They don't commune with me here like they did in Ireland. My characters open up to me more when I'm by myself or somewhere out in the open. When I'm not trapped, they're not trapped. I need space. My own space.
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