Dormant

Waiting for the pointless cycle to end. It exists for no sufficient reason, continues merely because of inertia. I don’t want to participate. Perhaps the cycle will never end, but eventually, my participation will.

I find myself here again, resigned to the belief that this cyclical perpetuation is meaningless; it’s driven only by the inertia of instinct. I continue to take part because someone else does, but if that person were no longer here, I don’t think I’d see much reason to stay.

Lack of motivation. Lack of desire to take certain actions because why should I? Our individual cycles (within the cycle) eventually end so what does it matter? It’s all so effortful and all for what?

Apathy—sweet relief. Numbness to get through. Caring is too much. No pain when you lie dormant.