sometimes it feels that i'm just floating, and i don't know what exactly am i doing here. i'm not lost, but i don't feel that i belong here either. this extra effort needed to make everything work - are they worth it? are they worth my sacrifices?

sometimes i wake up feeling all motivated then i get reminded of all the bleak promises i have for the future and i'll end up in square one. back to fucking square one. where's that everlasting drive i used to have? where's the zeal, the enthusiasm, the effervescent spirit that keeps every negative emotion at bay?

where is the strong me? what have i morphed into? am i lost?