Sometimes it's easier not to think. Because, what am I doing with my life?
I used to love so many things. I loved to read, yet there is not one book by my bed. Not one book that could interest me.
I used to love piano. I haven't practiced in months.
I used to be proud of the things I did. Now I just go through like mechanically accepting what comes and moving on.
Sometimes it's easier not to think. To go with the flow and let it slowly ruin your life.
Sometimes when you don't think you get caught up in something. Someone. Somewhere. That just slowly disappears leaving you empty and alone.
Just go with the flow and hope it doesn't ruin your life.