I’m starting to realize that maybe I am a little depressed after all. I dont feel particularly down though, just been feeling like there’s nothing left for me to achieve. Am I doing enough? Am I setting enough goals and setting enough time up to work on them? I don’t know. Can’t shake the feeling like there’s nothing exciting left though. Im in this big, long, sandstorm of Grey right now. Not bad, not good, just is. Except for that, it IS bad because there’s no zest anymore for life. Just here. Just alive. Just existing.