The minutes tick by slowly into hours as the sun falls into the night..and night falls to morning. My eyes still open. Sleep a present desire, but the want to lay there doing anything else always more pressing.

I don't really know what's going on. My smile is gone. I don't want to deal with anything. The only thing that I have energy left for is laying hour after hour in my room alone shut off from the world...almost praying nothing and no one penetrates my solitude.

I'm filling up with moments of epic blankness. Moments where greatness and ideas should fill me and overflow... instead, it's a stupor where I can't think, I can't do.. I can't anything. Most of all, I can't care. I'm finding myself going numb again.

There's just so much to say..and no point or desire to say it.

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