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Interests (or lack thereof)
Once upon a time I used to have interests in life.
Things that I did, that I followed, that I pursued.
Somewhere along the way I seem to have lost all energy to even care. Like I lost my own footsteps to follow.
Model building, aviation, flying, the Kennedy assassination.
Photography (I used to have a full color darkroom and do my own processing/printing, framing.)
All I do now is work. And sleep.
The closest I come to a great joy is to be in bed, under the covers and asleep. Hell, it's sad when the only thing you want in bed is sleep. :(
At the end of the day, all I am is drained - drained of energy and life.
Do I even have a life left?
I need to get my life back.
I want my life back.
Things that I did, that I followed, that I pursued.
Somewhere along the way I seem to have lost all energy to even care. Like I lost my own footsteps to follow.
Model building, aviation, flying, the Kennedy assassination.
Photography (I used to have a full color darkroom and do my own processing/printing, framing.)
All I do now is work. And sleep.
The closest I come to a great joy is to be in bed, under the covers and asleep. Hell, it's sad when the only thing you want in bed is sleep. :(
At the end of the day, all I am is drained - drained of energy and life.
Do I even have a life left?
I need to get my life back.
I want my life back.