me, me, me...

I've been questioning why I don't seem to care anymore if I've walked, or if I've eaten cake...why I've stopped caring about the person who stares back at me when I look in the mirror. (Most days I don't bother to look.) You can call it depression if you like. I call it accepting reality. This is my life, and my motivation for changing it no longer exists... My hopes raised their pretty, innocent looking heads and spit in my face.