I used to be so passionate. ai cared about things, and shit mattered. but now, I don’t give a flying fuck.
I was waking up 7 days a week at 4am to go ouside on chilly November mornings to run for an hour. every. damn. day. even after I completed the 5k for which I wasntraining, I still went to the gym and/or ran fairly regularly. these days, I can hardle do a twenty-minute walk on a treadmill while reading a book.
I was cooking at least one super healthy meal a week. now, I don’t even eat sometimes because I’m just too tired.
I would journal or blog or write or draw. I saw people, went places, did things. I was constantly learning and absorbing new information. but now, I can hardly stay awake at my job.
I have no passion for anything. even my fandoms are unfulfilling. I have no drive, no reason, no gusto, no want-to, no desire. no hope.
I had a brief walk in the gym today. not to get fit. but because Brian asked me to go, and I didn’t have anything else I was interested in doing.
I just have no care. no nothing. I’m so empty and direction-less