Don't Listen to Interpol when Writing

My E key isn't working too efficiently. I have to continuously repeat the tapping of 'e' in order for it to register. This laptop is killin m sometimes. Seriously, like I have to fix the power input and bend it and shit in order for it to register a contact to the laptop itself, so it just keeps making minimal contact, killing my power. Sucks

So
I guess I need to write something significant.

I tried writing again today. A poem. Of sorts. And in my cohorts and tribulations, I couldn't find anything in me to write. No grandeur. No relations. No simplifications of oversimplifications that have no significance nor stance.
I hate when that happens. It's as if you've been drained emotionally.
And the term "Drained emotionally" typically refers to being beaten down and battered, like a cod from the sea, that winds up in your freezer as a breaded fish, eventually going to be eaten, or frozen for year until you discard it because it's unedible.
But no. I think I'm at that point when I apathetic to most things. Because most things are apathetic to my cause. And my cause is just making through things alive.
It turns out, with a common occurrence, that the rants and raves I make about the waves of swelling crowds, I shout out loud, makes not a difference to those of whom I care. Those who are not a part of the passing faces of the passing places, still seem to not understand just what I say. Or, what I say, in regards to what I don't say.
Example. What I may say is that there aren't stars outside. The night would be beautiful with or without them. This is the time, the perfection, the midnight complexion and tension of unsurity.
But no, the response is calm, quiet, quite a riot of silence. Taken away from th moment, I walk away wondering, what I need to do for affection? Stare at my reflection from beside a river tide? Love myself more, for thos who adore me will wind up here anyways?

I'm just done. Writing. Yeah. Because my eyes hurt, I lost in poker because I'm too nice to quit when I'm ahead, and because my ys hurt. They do.