Writer's block. There are times like tonight when I really want to write... when the pain I'm feeling is so biting and acute... and yet pretty much nonexistent, except for this little twinge of anger in the back of my mind, and I know that written down it could be at the very least SOMEWHAT readable... if given the proper diction-ary finesse. My problem is that I don't feel I have this finesse, and so I believe that anything I write would just come out like something a whiney teenager might say about his parents. Then again, I'm only about a year removed from my own days as a teenager - which is where the entire problem stems from in the first place. Three years and it's still hard to get used to. I'm going to bed.