Dr. Seuss sums it up.
I've lost my zest for life as of late. I feel alone, insignificant, and most of all, I feel tired.
It's not that the future looks dull or dim. It's not that I am no longer optimistic about what is to come. It is just a culmination of things that have occurred in a relatively simultaneous fashion beating my attitude down to far less than the bursts of sunshine I am accustomed to emitting.
I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them sam I am.