I lost you all.

What would writing be without the pain and disappointment?  I don't necessarily mean the pain the writing can and does evoke...I mean, where would I be without all these shitty feelings of loss?  If I had nothing to mourn maybe I would have nothing to say.
But sometimes I wonder if I have anything to say in the first place.
Blah.
I need to get to writing or get to drinking.  Or maybe both.