Creativity has left me.

I remember just last year, I enjoyed learning of the world's past so much, that I would look for more stories online outside of classes. I remember writing stories upon stories about ancient China and ancient Greece; you see, inspiration never left me. But as I grow a year older, it feels as if something has sucked the joy out of all my favourite things, leaving me with a void I can't fill. The only thing I used to love and be skilled at has now become by worst nightmare. Time used to be abundant, and now I can hardly find enough to keep up with friends and to spend time doing things outside of work. My life feels so empty and my future is unimaginable. Even the sparse bit of creativity I have left can't save me now.

I just don't love anything anymore.