When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.
I’m supposed to be on a tumblr hiatus, but I just wanted to break the silence and let you all know; I got a good haircut. Thank you for your attention. As you were.
I think I’m done here.
Punch-Drunk Love, Paul Thomas Anderson (2002)