Girl born without a mother.

[cherubrock_t]

Up until recently, I didn't understand that life is not a progressive road down which one journeys. It's as though I've been following what I thought was a path from beginning to end and the trail has just stopped. I'm left in a clearing with dark and undergrowth all around me and I'm trying to figure out which way to go next. Does it even matter which way we turn? People say "follow your heart", but I don't feel as though I have enough will power to even know, right now, where my heart wishes to take me... as though my heart is just a muscle. Like any sense of humanity has left me and I am a functioning machine. My veins are simply pumping fuel throughout my body which keeps me alive.
It's not that I'm unhappy, I'm just stale. I don't really care whether this makes me sound self-involved because right now, that's the way I need to be.
Maybe I don't really know how to be anymore.