Directionless... Hopeless... Not at all driven...

That's my current state. It seems I have nothing to write about. There are no changes. Nothing new happens. I'm stuck in this place where I'm facing the same problems I faced yesterday, a week ago, a month, a year...

Some things are for sure though. I'm sliding down the slippery slope of self-pity, self-loathing. I start to become more morose, more negative. It's a thin line between being realistic and being delusional. I look at myself sometimes, and I see a wastrel, a stubborn brat with pipe dreams. And yet, at other times, I think myself as someone with untapped talents who just haven't encountered, or siezed that one big break in life.

I wish to do better... Don't we all?