So, I went to that government thing today... And well, I had suspected it for a bit, I haven't been feeling too good lately, for the past few days, but today my fears have been confirmed.
That little burst of motivation that I felt? It's... Kind of dwindled.
I still went though, and I'll be going tomorrow... And probably the day after that, and so forth. But I feel that it's all so... Pointless. While the person spoke to me, I found myself wondering... Does it matter?
Does it matter if I never do anything?
If I end up being alone for good?
... Is it worth it? Is it worth for me to do anything? Why should I bother?
I don't know... I guess that's the bad part. I hate being alone, I do, I can't stand it, but the tradeoff is having to do so much, having to make so much effort... I feel like it might not be worth it. I feel like I'd be more content with living like a miserable fuck... Kind of like Dr.House, you know? That example was brought up to me before, and it makes so much sense.
I want to be miserable, don't I? If not, then I have no other explanation for my behavior, for how quickly my motivation will dwindle when given the slightest shove in the wrong direction.
I just don't know. I don't know, and I don't know if I ever will. I've been doing this nothing for so many years now... That it's basically become my life.
Something is seriously really fucking wrong with me.
That little burst of motivation that I felt? It's... Kind of dwindled.
I still went though, and I'll be going tomorrow... And probably the day after that, and so forth. But I feel that it's all so... Pointless. While the person spoke to me, I found myself wondering... Does it matter?
Does it matter if I never do anything?
If I end up being alone for good?
... Is it worth it? Is it worth for me to do anything? Why should I bother?
I don't know... I guess that's the bad part. I hate being alone, I do, I can't stand it, but the tradeoff is having to do so much, having to make so much effort... I feel like it might not be worth it. I feel like I'd be more content with living like a miserable fuck... Kind of like Dr.House, you know? That example was brought up to me before, and it makes so much sense.
I want to be miserable, don't I? If not, then I have no other explanation for my behavior, for how quickly my motivation will dwindle when given the slightest shove in the wrong direction.
I just don't know. I don't know, and I don't know if I ever will. I've been doing this nothing for so many years now... That it's basically become my life.
Something is seriously really fucking wrong with me.