Yep.
I look at the world, knowing it has value, knowing there is meaning somewhere, but none of it makes sense anymore.
I know there are things that make me happy. But I don't know what they are, or how to get there.
I remember the things that once took up all my time, distracting my troubled mind from the plights all round me. Now, if I even look at them anymore, I only glance momentarily with disdain.
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