*sigh*

As always, I never really have all that much to say. Currently though, I lost my writing muse again. I think that it's the stress that's getting to me. It's been getting to me. There are some things that I'll never understand. I used to write all the time. ALL the time. I couldn't get enough paper to put down my ideas, my thoughts, everything. But now, when I go for a piece of paper. My thoughts vanish. I can't concentrate. I worry that my depression is worsening again. Hell, I worry that it's not depression at all, but something worse. Something is wrong, doesn't feel right in my head anymore.

Much too quiet. Not a serene silence or awaited calm. But that pause before the big storm hits. When you know it's going to be horrible and it's time to take shelter.

Where can I take shelter from myself?