dolorian

i remembered yesterday how passionate i used to be about things. those things seem so trivial to me now... well because they are... but at least i felt something about something. now i feel like this big slob of an 'i don't give a fuck'. i can't feel love. not that i've been trying to. maybe i just don't want to. i can sometimes feel something similar. but then again... not really. is there an anti-seasonal depression? 'cause i really want the seasons to change but they won't. that makes me