Here it is. The burnout. Again. When all motivation is gone. All of it. I just want to lie down and do nothing. I think I’m just lazy. Probably just that. It reminds me of November Has Come from Demon Days. It just feels like everything is dying around. Kind of appropriate for fall if you think about it. Everything freezes up and dies. Even me. That was lame. Typing that made me feel retarded and mellow dramatic. Even though there is a bit of truth to it. I just shut down. Whatever. I am genuinely curious when it will run out. When I just hit a wall I can’t get past. Admittedly I’ve felt that I’ve hit it before, but I always manage to squeak by. However, that can’t be the case. My luck has to run out eventually. Somehow.