Lately I feel like I'm just dragging myself through life. I feel tired as I lose more and more interest everyday. But I keep reminding myself that one day, it will all inevitably end anyway. For myself, for this world, for all of our illusions. So I might as well just experience this while it lasts, during the time that has been allotted for my consciousness to exist in its present form. It's all ephemeral, in the grander scheme of things.
I feel like I just want to go home, except that I don't even know where home is.