Staleness. That's what I have been feeling lately. Just like a loaf of stale ass bread that has been sitting on the kitchen table for too long. Like everything has been done before, and there is nothing left to discover. Like the rut can never be unstuck. That I need a life mechanic to come over and take me apart and put me back together with brand new parts and all my gears lubricated. The excitement is gone, and in it's place is sameness. Is this what life is for? I hate second guessing myself and what I'm doing and wondering what I could be doing instead. Ugh. But I'm not really in a depressed state. I'm just writing what I'm feeling. What are you feeling?