Haven't written in months, seems like years. The tapping of the keys is a friendly reminder that I can write whatever comes to my mind without a second thought. That's the thing about the internet, most of the things posted, written, or spoken of don't matter. They don't matter to you and they don't matter to me. Even me writing this post write now won't apply to anyone but me. It's an online journal, that's all it is.
I wish I was able to put on the facade of saying "everything's ok." "I'm doing fine" ...when I feel anything but that.
But it's just a void that comes and goes. There's no way to describe it. Somedays I'm fine and others I'm not.