My best work is behind me.
In the future, all that awaits is mediocrity and suicide.
I see no particular reason to do anything.
And I don’t feel like doing anything. And I don’t feel like doing nothing.
If someone could help I would let them but clearly there is nothing to be done. I am too stubborn for my own good.
All steps forward lead only towards further regret.
Something is ending. But nothing new will start.