I feel like Johnny Depp in 'The Secret Window', he writes a line and then keeps staring at it and says 'bad writing, bad writing!' At least I have the consolation that i will not have to publish my stuff.

It's a rainy day. Been raining since last night. No, actually it's been dull and grey since Monday or was it Sunday? But then I say to myself that at least this is not cold rain that chills you to the bone. Hopefully sunny days are just around the corner. Brightens up things a bit. Can i not find a topic to write about? Anything happy that happened to me. My landlady's in the next room with her sister. There's a child with them- the sister's son. He must be about 2 and a half. A cute little fellow who keeps talking even if no one is listening to him. And he calls out to his mother all the time, 'Maman, Maman!' it doesn't even sound like that actually but a funny way. A really cute way. I have to go to school in a while. And still this dearth of writing topics. Why can i not think of something nice to write about. What day is it today?Thursday, 55 days for me to go home. It's always like that, when we begin a countdown time seems to pass by slower. And then we decide to enjoy things and like as if from nowhere there is a leak and time drains out. Stop!