Suddenly I feel extremely negative. I hadn't really thought much about it before, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I don't really have things I look forward to. I mean, I don't look forward to going to bed because I'm rarely sleepy at night, and I'll just toss and turn for hours before I actually fall asleep. I don't look forward to getting up because I didn't get enough sleep. Even if I did, I still usually feel like staying in bed. While I don't hate my job or anything, I don't exactly look forward to it either. I don't look forward to meals because they're just another chore to me. Gotta eat to survive, but I hate fixing something to eat or having to go somewhere. I guess I do look forward to going home, but when I get there, I'm usually drained and don't feel like doing anything.
That's not to say I don't enjoy my life. My anticipation level just seems to have drained away over the years. I enjoy things once I start doing them, but I don't really look forward to anything very much.