Sometimes I feel this is it…my life. Done. Over. Yet still I’m alive. Waiting…nothing left, nothing exciting, nothing new. Seems like everyone is moving on…living life. Me?…Just existing because I’m not dead yet. I feel cut off and disconnected from everyone. Bleh. I talk to people but I’m all the time looking over their shoulder for someone or something else. Constantly bored and uninterested by others. Except a few. I find myself wanting more from them than they can possibly give. Somewhere there has to be a balance…damned if I know where it is.