Nothing to say with words

Have you ever had lots and lots of words inside, but none of them would come out? Or, rather, lots and lots of half-articulated thoughts that are fragmented and mean nothing but are begging to be expressed anyway inside, and none of them are coherent or really yours enough to say out loud or type down or even specifically think?

I want to talk about being an introvert and how much I need time to sit at home and just be for a while.

I want to talk about going to Macbeth and being confused, soul-crushed, angered, depressed, and, shamingly, even a little bored.

I want to talk about how cool it was to have a discussion afterwards about character development and Shakespeare's views of authority figures bringing in multiple plays and feeling really smart.

I want to talk about not being ashamed of being strongly averse to country music.

I want to talk about being ever so much less than I ever expect to be.

I want to talk about how much I need to get done and how disappointed I am with myself for not doing all those things.

Most of all, I want to avoid writing a paper that's due tomorrow. 

So I can't say any of those things. I shouldn't waste time trying to say any of those things.

My voice is being choked off. My words are stolen.

Writing this paper is going to be awful.