⇒ post #777: lost along the way

somewhere, the wheels fell off. I mean, I know there are moments of brilliance, otherwise I wouldn't be here now. But really, I should be so far removed from this situation, that I can barely comprehend how I let it slip away. I guess that's it. Everyday, a little bit of resistance falls away, eroding at your soul until one day you're a zombie--I feel nothing. I'm here but not really; I'm doing this, but I feel indifferently about continuing or ceasing. Might be why I resigned on black friday. Just going through the motions at work isn't working for me anymore. No interest or engagement in daily life.

what the feck am i writing about?

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