I haven't been home in what feels like months. I drop in to quickly pick up some fresh laundry and just as quick I'm running out the door to "live my life." I don't see a purpose in anything I've been doing for the past six months. I don't see a point in family, school, or work. All of these things used to be at the top of my priorities and now they mean very little for some reason. I don't know what exactly sparked this feeling of indifference, but I just can't seem to give a shit. *excuse my language* I have been just doing enough to get by. I know I need to make a change and I will now, but I don't know why I'm doing it. I just know that I'm supposed to...