Apr 27, 2020
Thinking - Monday, April 27th, 11:29
I don’t see a point anymore. Two and half years in the same routine. Nothing changes, even when it does. I feel like I’m going nowhere. I’m not passionate about anything anymore. My thoughts are largely comprised of sex, food, and suicide. When I’m not there, it’s filled with whatever song is stuck in my head and it just won’t go away. I have no motivation. I have no confidence. I don’t love the things I used to. Can’t focus for longer than a few minutes on something. Unless that something is some escape from reality. I’m not happy with my life and I’m not sure what to change. I thought I had everything. More reflection required.
