Everything seems so wrong without my writing as a crutch.
I've lost the ability to combine words together into such a way that it at least sounded somewhat pleasant to my ear. Everything I write now sounds so horribly wrong. I write a sentence, and it lacks my voice. Just after writing down the words, I think to myself Have I really just written that?
Writing used to be my voice of reason. My conscience lacks such a voice; I've never been able to make sensible sense of anything just by using my head. My words, my sentences were the directors of those incoherent thoughts.
I don't know what to write anymore. I cannot write anymore...
This never ending frustration is terribly exhausting. I do not feel at place within myself without my writing. I am at a total and complete loss.
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