stuck.

There's something wrong with me.

Ever since I got back here to STL, for good to stay this time, I've been very... nonmotivated. I don't feel depressed, per-say, because I don't let myself think about Chattanooga or Merlin or my friends. I just... don't.

But I don't want to do anything. At all. I haven't even unpacked. I watch TV... I guess I've gone out with my parents a few times. I've had almost no contact with the outside world, though. I talked to Carson and Merlin on the phone a little, and I've had a couple good chats with Jon, but... that's it.

I mean, I did just get into town on Tuesday. But... still.

I don't want to do it. Any of it.