Lost.

I've lost my passion for life.

I used to be fun. I used to write songs and poems and stories.

I used to dream of the faraway tree and Mr Darcy.

I used to be fun, longing after picnics and barbeques and bike rides.

All moments that were special, irreplaceable.

Now I can barely get out of bed.

And when I do it's to see one person.

And I'd much rather still be in bed.

I am depressed.

I didn't realise.

I want my passion back. I want to have a 'flare' again, as J put it.