i'm beginning to think that i'm becoming to be a dull person. where's the oomph, the pizzazz in the exciting life i used to lead? nowhere to be found. i sometimes feel that there's this vacuum sucking the life out of me. i wake up every morning asking myself, "why am i doing this again?" or "do i really want to do this?" don't get me wrong, i'm really grateful that i can do what i do. i go to school, work once a week, travel once in a while, eat ice cream when i want to; i should not even be complaining. but something's missing. i exist but i don't really live. why am i here for? i want to know, so i wouldn't have a reason to whine. most of the time, i feel like a stray dog or a lost chick trying to find my way back home. i used to be creative, or at least that's what i thought. it's like experiencing a writer's block (except the writer part). whatever it is that i need or looking for, i hope it wouldn't take that long to find, because i want to feel the excitement part again.