May May Be The Cruellest Month

Everything's fallen apart in these past few weeks; I had a bad bout of flu that I passed onto G, my poetry's sounded flat, my chapbook project feels like a hassle, work's deflated my ego in ways it had never before.  I'm a mess, and there isn't much to fix me up.  Little of my poetry's been workshopped this quarter.  My friends have mostly been depressed, breakups, shootdowns all tearing them apart.  I don't know what to do.  Confused,

Me.