But now I spend most of it awake in a state of confusion. I’m letting my life slip by and I have no idea how to grasp back on to it.
Five years ago I had started to let go of any ambition I had. I slowly stopped getting excited for the future and began to fear it. I’m still at that point where I clam up at the thought of answering questions about where I want to go in life. Five years ago, if you had asked me where I wanted to be in five years I would have given you a detailed answer. If you had asked me that four years ago, I would have stared at you as if you had spoken to me in Klingon.
I still don’t know where to take myself. I am no longer passionate about anything. I thought I’d be long gone by now.