I keep trying to write the same entry. And I can never get it to come out right. It's very frustrating, because I know that I should be able to do it. But it's like there's a locked door in my head, and all of the words that I need are behind that door, and I don't have a key.

Meanwhile, I think that I've allowed myself to become distracted by certain things. By certain inanities and irrelevancies of life.

I fooled myself into thinking that where I was at, where I was going, that it was at least better than standing still in that gray place. Now, I'm seeing the truth again. I'm still wasting my time, and this illusion of progress has been nothing more than another lie.

I haven't been making my way out of this place. I haven't been making any real progress at all. I've been wandering in circles around an oasis that's just another mirage.