Routinary Self-infliction
I am on the verge of believing that I'm a hopeless bitch of a fuck. (lol sorry but let me go on) I noticed that I haven't been doing brain works aside from constructing thoughts to explain to customers their insurance claims and account info, which is scripted by the way, and playing Bookworm Adventures. (Don't judge, mmm'kay?) I have always had a book by my bed and a journal that awaits for a scribble. But what I have been habitually doing is
1. Go home
2. Look for food.
3. Run (every other day)
4. Go online/ Watch something
Oh, have you read any Write/Read there? No? Right, because I DON'T DO IT. I use up all my free time for non-necessary BS and be alarmed that I have to sleep and panic because I haven't done anything of sufficient personal value (except for exercising).
And go to work dragging one feet over the other and repeat process.
1. Go home
2. Look for food.
3. Run (every other day)
4. Go online/ Watch something
Oh, have you read any Write/Read there? No? Right, because I DON'T DO IT. I use up all my free time for non-necessary BS and be alarmed that I have to sleep and panic because I haven't done anything of sufficient personal value (except for exercising).
And go to work dragging one feet over the other and repeat process.