Waiting for the phase to pass....

These last couple of days have been strange for me. Actually, let's go ahead and make that the last week has been strange for me.
I don't want to do anything. At least, not anything that interests me.
On a normal basis, I can rarely go a couple of days without either drawing or reading something. Lately, I don't want to either. At all. I have a stack of books in the other room, screaming "I'm due back the eighteenth...", and I can't bring myself to pick them up. Occasionally I try, and the sentences blur together, making absolutely no sense to me.
I don't want to draw either. I've had the same picture in progress for a couple of weeks, but just like the books, it just sits there. Waiting for me to get through this damn phase.
It's driving me crazy.
I'm trying to figure out why.....
Am I sleeping too much? Not enough?
Am I eating enough? Am I lacking a certain nutrient? Do I need to drink a lot more water?
My brain just feels so blah. I have written a little bit, so I can't really group it in with the other two in my *where is the desire hiding?* category. But I still don't have a very significant desire to do that.
I locked the world out yesterday. I just needed a day to shut everyone out, and seclude myself with me and my kids.
I normally do that anyways, in the sense that I rarely go anywhere. But I always answer the phone, and I always have y! messenger going just in case.
But not yesterday. I didn't answer the phone when it rang, I didn't even open y! messenger. I didn't respond to any emails or comments.....I literally ignored everything outside these walls.
It was refreshing, but not good enough. It wasn't enough to get me through this little funk.
I just get so sick of signing into myspace, and reading my "friends" status comments.
Few of my friends on myspace are truly my friends, and many of those who aren't were seriously starting to annoy me.
The whining. Omg, the whining. Constantly. About things in their control. "I'm too fat"...."My life sucks..." Blah, blah, blah.

They don't realize how good they have it.

A friend's daughter passed away, she has every reason to be upset. While others are whining about someone talking shit about them.
GET OVER IT. It could be worse. Like you could've lost one of the most important people in your life, such as a child.

I just don't understand some people, so I felt it was necessary to shut the world out. Everyone. No exceptions.

I don't think it was a good idea. All I did was thinking about my life growing up, which is something I try not to do. It upsets me, and I try to be happy, because things are great for me right now. But sometimes, nostalgia creeps up on me, but not in a good way.

The problem is, I don't blame those who were the source of the things that bother me. It just makes me resent everyone else I know, because most of them don't know how good they have it. They've had good lives, in the sense that they were provided for, but they still find something that makes their lives miserable.

There are things that I've seen and gone through, that no one knows about.
I don't tell anyone these things. I don't want pity. I've done everything in my power to get out of that scene, and for the most part, I have succeeded.

Just because I don't talk about it, doesn't mean I don't think about it.

And when you're complaining about things your mother won't buy you and things of that nature, just know this: you're eating, and that's more than I could've said when I was still living at home.