Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?

I used to love this place so much. I used to love the desert. I used to hassle anyone that said they hated the desert and gave them 20 reasons why its so awesome here. I guess I forgot those reasons because right now, the is the last place I want to be. I want to get out of here finally.

I never used to be like this. I don't know what happened. Maybe it's cause I'm living at home again. Something about this house gets to me. Maybe it's my relationship with my parents? Maybe it's the way they seem to expect failure from me? That has to be it. It's starting to take a toll on me. I'm not the same person anymore. I've become too familiar with defeat.

I might just be running away from my problems but fuck it.