I'm not sure why; maybe I did too much at the same time. Or maybe it's just a matter of too little sleep. I...really hope it is.
I feel hollow. I can't feel for my writing anymore. I can't feel happy, except superficially. I feel nothing for things that used to make me ecstatic, that made my heart race.
Maybe it's because I'm deliberately stopping myself from doing the one thing I feel like doing right now: writing Umbrella Story. Mainly because I need to dedicate that time to OTDOTS, because people are waiting for it, and I hate to keep them waiting, and I know this is my last chance to write before hell begins...
I just can't feel anything. I need to recharge somewhere. I'm totally wasting myself.
