And now, I shall post again.

I don't know what I want.
From life, from my friends.
This is really bad.
I don't know what I want, and so nothing really matters to me.
I'm so zoned out from lack of sleep that I can't concentrate for long periods of time, even if something does interest me.
Which doesnt happen.
I want to coast, but I can't get by with that anymore.
Well, I can, which is sad, but I want better than the minimum.
Why? Why am I not ok with the minimum?
I don't know.
Maybe it's my everlasting quest to be different, slightly better than the rest. In something.
In anything.
I wish I had purpose again.
Hell, I don't even know if I want that.
Maybe I don't want anything.