I remember reading something once. That a sign of a dying blog is when the blog becomes full of apologies and excuses for not having new content.
I think I'm just tired. Of everything. Writing. Pretending. Work. Love. Life.
There's no point.
There's no spark in me at all. Not even an ember that I can somehow fan back to life.
This mood shall pass.
Unless it doesn't.
So very tired.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.