Eric, you finally did it. You really did it this time. You have reached new levels of unmotivation. Why aren't you suicidal? Because you're too damn lazy to kill yourself. Real special guy right here, everyone.

It's funny seeing how this shitty sea we call life tosses me wherever the fuck it wants. I'm pretty sure the ebb tide is pulling me from everything I've ever loved. Friends feel like memories right now, memories feel like they require too much thinking. I cling to my hobbies because they can be done on autopilot. Even writing this feels like too much work. My faith? I can't even begin to think about that right now. Just like I can't even begin to think about school, or money, or love, or motivation, or bathing. I wake up and focus on the stupid dog all day because she's a time drain, and not me.