You can't even call me a windbag any more

The wind really got taken out of my sails by the "straw that broke the camel's back" attacker that caused me to abandon my former project. These days when I write it feels kind of like someone put a penny in the machine and here I go. There is no hope or passion behind it any more. Everything just feels empty whenever I work. Everything feels empty whenever I do anything. Everything feels like a lie.