Running at the Speed of Light

My last few days have been spent in my room. My companion has been this computer. It plays music, occasionally a tear falls. Then comes a thought or two running across my mind. What an EXAUSTING weekend it has been. Im in a slump that becomes bigger as seconds pass me by. When the seconds become minutes it becomes to much to deal with and being the person I am I feel as if there's no one I can talk to. No one to pat me on the back and say how its gonna be ok, no one to say you know what ... I've been there before you're gonna make it. I always feel as if I'm under a microscope, a microscope that doesn't allow me to feel. It judges me for my feelings and doesn't allow me to be real. Now that Im stepping back from my world and allowing myself to feel, I'm not exactly sure what I feel. Well its a lot there and as I sort through it all I keep getting lost. Its so much I wanna do and so much I wanna say but I feel as if its something holding me back. Maybe its me. Maybe Im scared of the power and talent I've been blessed with. And when I'm over the fear where the hell do I start? Who the hell will listen? Man sucks to be in my mind right about now.