Unknown

It's funny how things can change in a short period of time. I'm done. No tragedy, no loss, just done. It's harder and harder to enjoy the things that I once did or anything at all for that matter and I'm really not seeing the point except for other people. Haven't I done enough already? The discontent is paralyzing. It's in the air I breathe. I can taste it and it makes me sick to my stomach.