Random Post Number: 634

I have lost my muse, I cannot write. I have a lot to say, but nothing to share with anyone. I want to write about everything and anything, and all I can do is just keep it bottled down. I smile, laugh, joke, and along the road, I screw something major that gets me to think and over-think about the whole thing till I get myself into some deep ugly depression that sucks the happiness out of everything I like. I am happy, free, confused, lonely, sad, energetic, and depressed at the same time. I am a stupid mess. I want nothing to do, but curl up, read and listening to music.

I need intensive therapy, or someone to talk to who would not judge, comment, or even blink while I talk to them. I need to talk to myself and reconnect.