Why?
When I wake up, I constantly ask why. I go to work, and just realize I'm going through the motions. No purpose or nothing. I've lost the ability to take enjoyment in the small things....I don't know if I should be wanting to strive for more or coast. I'm at a big loss for it. Part of me wants to just run off into the woods and never come back but I like modern comforts way too much. Plus it's hot as balls and I don't like sweating all that much. What would you dumb bastards do if you were me....besides the obvious swing from a tree or go get bitches? I need some perspective. The pic was some enchiladas I made for my family many moons ago
