Here lately my own inadequacy has been getting the best of me.. I feel like I'm not going anywhere though I'm clearly doing work. I'm clearly uncertain if I really want to continue my work. It's killing me. I have a hard time doing things for myself because of it. I feel like a mere husk of what once was because I can't and don't have the time to express myself as I was once able to freely do. Honestly, I don't know why I'm doing it. I don't feel as if I'm doing it for myself anymore. I do it because I'm told it's right. Because I'm told I'll go far, and it makes those I love proud of me.. Though I don't seem to feel their warmth on the subject. I felt like I was doing something right once.. And now it seems to have consumed me to the point where I hate it. I hate it so much. It gets between things I enjoy far too often. I don't get to see my loved one.. I don't sleep. Stress is upping itself and I feel like I'm falling back into depression. Sometimes I feel I should be worried that I don't care about anything it seems now, but the feelings fade. They are brief, and then it doesn't cross my mind again. I get frustrated like I am now. But in five minutes, I won't care. And everything will be gray again. I'll put on a mask and head out as if nothing is wrong. Though, it clearly is. I feel as if my emotions are just fizzling out and I know it's not healthy. Maybe I'll consider seeing a therapist and he can do something to fix me. All I know now is that I'm broken. And I don't much care beyond the small moments of clarity that I have like now.