I feel kind of empty. Not bad, but not good either. I feel like I'm just sort of dealing with life and not holding onto any part of it. I cleaned my whole apartment yesterday, and I've been working out every day, both of which normally I'd be very proud of myself for, but right now I really don't care. The only thing I think matters to me at all is that I'm leaving on a week and a half long trip next week. I think I'm just ready for a break from this place. But even that I'm not much looking forward to.

I wonder why I feel this way.