searching for help in a room with closed doors and bolted shut windows

why must I be so naive

I think I've got it all under control
...
I think everything is going to be good

but it never works out that way
...
it never does

why do I feel like everyone I touch, turns into something they end up hating

I am feeling a lack of creativity today...

I seem to always find myself staring at a white wall as the moons light shines through my window and 'the night we met' by Lord Huron plays on loop in the background amongst the silence