Stuck.

I used to be more creative, when there was constant drama in my life. Now that it's gone, I have nothing to write about. Don't get me wrong, I love being in love. But I find it difficult to write happy lovey dovey poems. They all sound like shit. I can't adequately put into words how I feel about my present love. I guess my creativeness thrives off of heartache and hatred, even with photography. I can't fake it. I haven't been able to write a decent poem since I fell into his arms. Since I took a leave of absence from school, I've just been drinking and doing boring things. I haven't picked up a pen to write a single thing down. Maybe because nothing has come to mind. My camera has been packed away. I have a least a dozen rolls of undeveloped film. I'm just stuck, I need a little push.