The nights of constant dreaming seemingly long gone, I've resorted to locking myself in my room, waiting for something new to appear.

Lacking in imagination and creativity, all I can think of is when my next meal will appear, or how nice it would be if I can take a nice warm shower, even though I just had one.

I'm not having a midlife crisis, but certainly these days life just about becomes as drab as it could be.

Or maybe it's just because I'm looking at my future, and thinking that the prime of my life has already gone.

Well, I certainly hope that it isn't the case, but one thing is for certain, my motivations have become almost non-existant.

I really need something new...