I've stared at this blank note-book page for far too long. I can't even follow my own train of thought. What am I thinking? How do I feel?
Cold. I hate winter.
My priorities have been completely screwed up over the last three months. I need to get back on track, but the harder I try the more depressed I get that I can't just pull myself out of this weird funk I'm in.
Maybe I just need to unplug again for a while. Or maybe I've been too unplugged lately. I can't tell anymore; and I don't know what I need.
Everything is just a blur again, and I can't even hear my own voice anymore.