Adult life has simply sucked every single thing I had in me that was good. I've been wanting to make art and play the piano every single day, but I can't bring myself to. I'm either mentally tired, emotionally broken, or both. I want things to work, of course I do.
I never thought I'd feel this apathetic. I I swear I'm trying, but nothing seems to matter. I've become an empty husk of what I once was: someone who had dreams and felt like pursuing them was worth something. I might be physically alive, but deep down I'm simply dead.