I Used to Be Smart.

Some days, my life feels so small — like it never extends beyond the four walls of this room.

I talk all day, and none of the words I say mean anything.  They just drift up and out and around and keep vibrating out into nothingness.  The world would be no different had they never been said.

I spend my time doing things that don’t mean anything.  I work entirely too hard to get things that I don’t even really want.  I waste all my effort paying for mistakes I never even knew I was making.  And nothing changes.  Time that I can never get back keeps ticking by, and I keep wasting the only shot I’ve been given on a life that doesn’t make a damn bit a sense.