What to do but go on?

I've been in an emotional spiral as of late. I haven't been reading, my writing has slowed to a crawl again. I've been wasting hours on pornography and moe metal tracks on youtube. My schoolwork has suffered my gaming has slipped back to nowhere.(Though I'm slowly being reacquainted with it) I have no idea what my problem is. Maybe it's the further effects of my isolation.

The ideas keep coming in but the words won't go to the page. I'm trapped behind an emotional wall. There's a wound in my heart and the bleeding is keeping in ideas like a river.

Feh, enough. I've raised the barriers on my writing. Next time I'll try to give an introduction to my world so I can finally talk about my story coherently. Right now I have gas...