I want nothing save to want something. I have no motivation, no inspiration, no desire. The only real emotion I feel is for Stormy. I go through the motions of happiness, sadness and anger just to mask the emptiness from myself.
I try to push myself to do things so that maybe the ball can start rolling and I can want to be doing things. Actually, I do want to do things in a general sense, but there's no individual thing that I want to do. Even drawing is just something I do because it's a thing I can actually kinda do. I know I should try to practice to get better so I can be good enough to have some pride in my work, but I don't have anythi