Slipping away...
Ever had the feeling that you were losing every interest and that no matter how much you try to cling onto them, they continue slip through your fingers, until you're desperately grasping at nothing? That's how things have been for a while now. I try to get into any of my hobbies or interests and I instantly find my self feeling hollow and unmotivated. All I do when I get home is just pace around like a caged animal or lay in bed, trying to think of something that I want to/need to do, always to nothing more than just preparing for the next day. I want to get out but everything seems so far away or like it'll be impersonal and dissapointing. I can't shake this loneliness and all I think about is how I want to be with my friends and fuck all the rest. I know that's not that healthiest thing to be thinking about but it's difficult to think about anything else when it's 3 in the morning and you can fall asleep, like I have for the past week. I'm not enjoying work, it's not giving me a chance to really use my skills, it's tedious, and I don't feel like I'm losing my life. Why is this happening to me? Is there any real reward for suffering like this or am I just going crazy?