Larry POV
I frown. Inspiration has been lost to me for almost a week now. I can't draw, I can't paint, I can't do anything! I scream in frustration.
"Why can't I do anything right?!" I yell.
I chuck my paintbrush at the wall. Afterwards, I scoop up some paint and start chucking it at the empty canvas. It was better than just standing there. After my little fit, I take a look at the mess. Somehow, all the paint I'd been throwing was all blue. Every. Single. Splotch.
Having exhausted my anger, I crash on my bed and groan loudly. I didn't want to do anything anymore. I just had to sleep a bit. Yeah,... sleep.
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I woke up tired, as usual. I was still coated in paint. I groggily get up and take me and my rumpled clothes to the bathroom. I luckily already had clothes in there (probably from last night when I decided not to take a shower), so I wash and dress in those. I toss my dirty clothes with the others and crash on the couch. I flip on the TV and cross my arms across my chest. I barely recognize Todd and Neil leaving for work. All I can register is the TV in front of me and my conflicting emotions.
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