Zombie.
A thought hit me yesterday... When did I go from living to just...existing? I say that because, here I am, animated and kind of breathing (damn asthma), shuffling around doing the same thing day after day, completely on autopilot. Everything that I do is mindless-instinctual. Breathe, sleep, pee, eat, Facebook. Any sort of real stimuli is completely absent in my day to day routine, and what's worse is I have no desire to find any. Do I like the way things are? Of course not, but I don't have any drive to make changes. My plans to go out this past weekend ended up falling thru, and on the surface I was kind of pissed, but deep down I was relieved that I didn't have to go and put on a show, plastering on my best party girl smile and pretending to be this "WOOO Girl" that I'm clearly not. If some people only knew... Am I depressed? Maybe. Interest for things that I used to like is all but extinct. I don't have the desire sometimes to get up and go