I feel empty today. Don't really know why, but I've got all sorts of intangible suspicions, as I usually do. You know, what with being one of those people who ponders every little detail and has a rampantly out-of-control hypothesis center of the brain.
I have zero energy. I don't want to do anything. Playing the guitar would just depress and frustrate me since I've gotten a bit rusty, and I don't feel any great urge to do it anyways. I don't feel like playing any games, either the ones I know on my computer or ones I don't know on the net. Don't feel like looking around for hysterical videos of funny things to cheer me up. What's particularly interesting is that even the thought of suicide, something I generally have to deal with using a certain amount of tact and cautiousness, just seems 'lackluster'. I'm completely numb. I can't even be bothered to put the sheet properly back on the bed since it's been dragged off.
I kinda feel like I'd like to talk to someone, but I don't really have anyone to talk to. Either generally or specifically in regards to how I feel now. I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself at this point. Briefly considered just going back to bed (as in, sleeping. I've been lounging in bed all day anyways), but it's four in the afternoon and that just doesn't seem quite right.
Oh, wait, someone's on Facebook. Maybe that will do something. Or maybe I'll just avoid the subject entirely. I'd be confused with myself, but I can't be bothered enough to be confused. Strange feeling.