Lately I haven't wanted to write, take pictures, paint, nothing. I just repeat each day over and over again. Wake up, go to school, come home, laze around until it's time to sleep and then repeat. It's boring but I have no desire, no urge to break it. Maybe I've encountered reality for the first time. I'm not a very big believer in it, but I suppose it could be. I'm in a funk. I fucking hate it, but I don't know how to just be. I was. But now I'm not, just a shell. A fucking slave.
Maybe I'm just in my head to much..
Help.
you would be much happier if you were in touch with reality.
if you are doing nothing perhaps doing nothing is your quest at the moment.