Returned to Arizona.
I work, I sleep. A few friends seen now and then.
I work, I sleep. Is this hell? Maybe limbo?
Could it be that I have died and simply failed to notice?
Regained the weight I had lost.
Misplaced my motivation, and haven't the motivation required to go looking for it.
“I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later.”Stopped tracking my age, I think I passed 40--but I don't care.
― Mitch Hedberg
Dead end job, minimum wage.
Lacking motivation to... anything.
I work, I sleep. Perhaps I have died already.