March 11, 2012

Dead. I'm dead inside. I dont want to do anything. I just want to sleep. I cant find the inspiration to draw, or write, or talk to my friends. I wake up, go to work, come home, and go to sleep. That's about it. I'm round-about miserable. I dont know what's up with me lately. I want to get out of this funk. I want to draw, and be happy, and hang out with friends and be able to smile and laugh. I want this crazy little cloud of depression to move on to the next city and leave me to clean up the damage and recover.