Drowning.

So many things happen all the time, I guess there is just not enough time to write about them each day. Of course most days, there is nothing I find important enough to write about. I guess writing isn't my emotional outlet such as it used to be, I find that I find no comfort sitting here, being upset beyond belief, and writing. Trying to write about it, nothing comes. I've stuffed everything down for so long that I no longer know how to bring it back up and really feel it. I just push it down and let it simmer. So many things from so many times, and I'm finally drowning in it.