10-18-2009 05:16 AM
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Loss of Interest. |
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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...
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