Do you ever get the feeling that you are actually just the shell of yourself? That the appearance is up, but the content is vague? That there is not as much existance of yourself as you think there is?

Lately I’ve been feeling like there are holes in me. They’re in my mind. They’re in my heart. They’re in my soul. Holes. Glitches. Everywhere. They’re thinning out my self concepts. I don’t know who I am anymore.

I think I’m stuck in a rut… I’m losing touch of the things I hold dearest to my heart. It’s truly devastating. I recognize the people, the ideas, the standards, the things that I’m supposed to care about. But as hard as I try, I just can’t seem to have a heart for them. I’m not entirely sure if I’ve lost interest, or I’m stressed, or just plain out bored with my life. I’m ready for adventure….