I keep opening this only to stare blankly at the white space of my screen in anticipation of something poignant or at least interesting to say. Only to close it in disgust without having altered the emptiness at all.

Maybe it's a statement on the current condition of my life, or rather, of me. Feeling blank, empty, directionless, again. Seems I frequent this stage. Perhaps it's the constant pain I experience, the struggle to simply survive. I have energy for little else it seems.