Every so often, I'd feel bouts of depression that threaten to drag me down. It's the feeling of loneliness, that you're unwanted, and that you're going nowhere in life. The past few days is one of those times. While others might channel this into writing, I simply feel lethargic. What's the point in writing? What's the point in doing anything?
It'll pass eventually but in the meantime, I'll gorge on brainless activities.