Dangerzone

Today over froyo, my coworkers started talking about their bucket lists when they asked me about mine. And I had no answer.
I kind of realized from this conversation that I really.... don't.. desire anything. This is no longer a matter of "what do you dream of for a career," but I just actually don't have any kind of dreams or ambitions or things to be passionate about in general now. One of my coworkers—he's the positive one, and I told him to never change and never ever become like me—has on his bucket list just simply owning and being able to relax on a navy-colored L-shaped sofa. LOL.. Cute. I don't even have any desires like that. Nothing like any material possessions, or any house or car other than my current ones. I'm not curious or adventurous and I'm perpetually tired.. There's nowhere I wanna go or anything I want to try.. My confidence is at a low right now so I don't feel like I'm capable of anything anyway. And as the cherry on top, I realized that my slump has got to partially be because I've graduated from college and no longer have an imminent goal to work towards. No obligations for which I have to pull forward, or grades I need to be on top of.
At this very moment, there is absolutely nothing I look forward to. And that's why I can't get out of bed in the morning, can't find the motivation to want to do anything (I still do stuff thus it's exhausting), and why I keep wanting to cry even though NOTHING IS WRONG AND MY LIFE IS TECHNICALLY GOING DAMN WELL.
ON PAPER, EVERYTHING IS GREAT.
KIND OF. IF YOU IGNORE PARTS.
And everything is stressing me out because I'm extra sensitive rn. I can't deal. Everything is stressful and not fun.