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.