There's a handful of things missing in my life right now. One of them is love, but another (perhaps more important) thing is my writing. All these thoughts, ideas, and even dialogue and I can't get them down on paper. I need to and maybe that kind of creation would ease my depression? I can't say for sure, but the simple act of writing has become so difficult anymore. I can't put down the words to describe what I see in my mind. I can never quite find the dialogue that I need. I'm inspired by everything, but nothing can give me relief.