You know what pisses me off?

Besides everything, I mean.

There was a time when I could just sit down here and start typing, and words would string themselves together on my screen in a way that actually made a little bit of sense. To me anyway. I had so much inside me back then, things that were dying to get out. It took less effort to write than it would have taken to keep things contained.

Now, not so much.

I used to have things that I needed to write. Now I've just got things that I want to write. Before, all I had do to was loosen the grip on myself just a little and all of my thoughts and emotions would just start flowing out through my fingers. Now, I have to make an actual effort. And then I see what I've written and I'm like, was that even worth it?

Usually, it's not.

Like this entry right here.