I have come to not like myself. I am inactive as of late. I am overwhelmed and unhappy.
I am a failure.
This world is so flawed. Yet that is no excuse for my unhappiness.
Where did my energy go?! Where is my inspiration?! As tears streak down my cheeks dropping into the keyboard, it serves as a sweet release from all this hidden pain. I thought I could do it all on my own.
What happened to me?! I cannot feel any longing, any desperation, anything at all? I just feel fear. I wanted to finish this! Is this how life will always be?!
If hope is the single greatest commodity given to mankind, then what shall I do as the last ounce dribbles from my soul?
The walls of my life are crumbling.