Honestly, I do. I feel as if I'm drowning in my own... Silence. I can't seem to write. I want to write, something. Anything. Desperately so. But I feel as if, if I were to write something... I don't know. I feel taken over by some odd fear.

My confidence is waning. -sighs- I promised myself I wouldn't make journals like these anymore. They serve no purpose; no one reads them. No one wants to see spurts of emotional diatribe against yourself. So really... what's the point?

I feel that, recently... I've been having another issue with my self image. Who I am, what I'm doing. My self-confidence has been rattled to its core and I feel as if I've lost it all. I feel empty... Like I could cry; but when I try to release some of my emotion, nothing ever happens. I feel confused, and almost lost again. It's hard to describe...

These sorts of feelings come and go with the days. Sometimes, I'm just fine. I feel my confidence returning and I'm able to really smile and click through the day... I still can't write on those days, though. I feel empty, when I stare at my black book that I love so much to write in. It hurts; it really does. But on days like today... I feel like I could just crawl under my bed and hide in the dark, just to make the day pass by faster. Sleep it away; wake up tomorrow, refreshed and hopefully feeling less empty.

Someone needs to lend me a cure potion for this case of -silence- that I have. :|

Maybe it's time to force myself to open my book and just see what comes out. I might be surprised...