I´ts stange that if you are in as situation, unemplyed, imprisoned or something similar, that you hate, long enough, that situation sooner or later might feel secure, almost comfortable.

I might hate where i live, in nowhere and i might hate having no social life but when chances do come, which is hardly ever, i can no longer motivate myself.

A bit like the fun, the spark has gone and i dont want to go through the motions with something i used to enjoy thouroughly.

I live now only in my dreams or memories.

From an active, festive, outrageous, extrovert, eccentric with artistic interests and who slept around and had friends in piles to a dustball in a couch who only react to wheather it´s light or dark.

What day it is is irrelevant.

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