A Whole Lot Of Nothing

There's nothing quite as frustrating as thinking so much and yet thinking so little. Perhaps it's that there is so much, but really it contains so little worth that it's just not worth saying at all. I'm not sure. All I know is that I feel like I have so much to say, and yet the majority of it I can't say here, which really leaves me with a whole lot of nothing except for frustration, and no one to even listen to that.