It’s 9:40pm here in Oakland, CA, USA. I just got in bed. My body is exhausted, but my mind won’t rest. Pretty typical night for me. Btw, I like your username. Reminds me of a story idea I had called Escape From Hell.
I feel like I'm surrounded by thick glass and everything/everyone is on the other side living their life with goals and I'm just behind this empty glass can't touch or achieve anything so I stop trying to.
For me it’s like a fuzzy head saying “f—k everything. Let the world burn. Can’t be motivated to do anything, just lay there. It in a way not even thinking that much. And my stomach hurts like hell.
It’s not boredom for me as such, it’s different some how. It’s not depression either as such. Like I sigh a lot, and the only think I can think is “what the point”.