Is this Limbo

I’m stuck. Stuck in every sense of the word. Just Stuck. I don’t like being stuck. It seems that any other time this would be just a lazy even lackadaisical feeling, but it seems that when its out of my control its just stuck. No job, no social life, no sex, no fun, no drinking, no LIVING and I hate not living. I wish this was just a one day thing. Its lasted my entire vacation. Granted my summer vacation has only last about a week in a half it feels like forever. I even started a short story that I fell in love with and now have no will to finish. I wonder if this is what depression feels right before the rope and the swingingor the pills and the sleep. What is this feeling. STUCK is a fucking horrible place to be. This is not summer. It can’t be. I didn’t leave school to come here for this! I’m just praying for something. I can’t send my resume out anymore. I can’t write another cover letter. I need catalyst to push me into money and fun. Just something more than this stuck.



No reason to get up before noon,



KD