Devious Journal Entry

There comes a point in time where you realise you aren't as talented as you once were. Busy yourself with "meaningful" things and earn praise for them, but really you just don't feel anything.
All the things you used to be able to do no longer do-able. That all the shit life's dealt has made you more cynical, and a much more rotten person. Given up on being nice when people are unreasonable, and in turn becoming unreasonable yourself. Being called a hypocrite by people that have stabbed you in the back, feeling like you have to fend for yourself and explain every slight moodswing from what people think you're supposed to be like.

And then suddenly, you just break down and fall apart.
Just sit blanky staring at the screen in a sudden moment of realization, but don't have the strength or feel the need to make things different.