No. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't care how much it'll hurt, I want to SEE you somehow. I want to hold your hand. I'm not asking for you to invite me inside. I'm asking for ten minutes. Irrational, right.Or. Maybe what I'm trying to say is I have lost my passion for EVERYTHING. Reading. Writing. Even music. What is that? Even in the darkest of dark I had my passion. I feel like a nobody. Heartless and moving. "Aww, don't be sad. We do so have hearts."
I have to go to work today. Probably get yelled at for not going on Monday. I have the drive to do nothing anymore. Is that me being lazy? Who knows.
Meh.
Gotta go get ready for work. Maybe I'll eat before.
Duty calls?
the funny thing about life;; you're never quite sure if the ground beneath your feet is going to be there tomorrow.
I think what you need to do is go out and try eating some new fruits. That makes people more passionate, doesn't it?
ReplyDelete... Find something. Even if it's blogging.
Being passionate makes things worthwhile.