Man, I shouldn't stay in bed passed ten.
Inertia - that is what I am today. I think it's been building. I'm on the edge of a cliff and I have to either fall backwards into bed and not deal with anything, or fall forward and plummet off the corner of the abyss and fucking HAVE to do something in order to stop myself spilling my brains and entrails on the rocks.
I have to apply for two jobs.
I have to email the police.
I have to print out packs for the eye hospital.
I have to start writing the text for the poster for Florida.
I have to call some job agencies.
I have to pay the tv license.
I have to stop feeling like shit.
I have to stop letting my depression creep her hand around my neck again.
I have to confront P about how unhappy I am with our current situation.
All I want to do it go back to bed.
I have to apply for two jobs.
I have to email the police.
I have to print out packs for the eye hospital.
I have to start writing the text for the poster for Florida.
I have to call some job agencies.
I have to pay the tv license.
I have to stop feeling like shit.
I have to stop letting my depression creep her hand around my neck again.
I have to confront P about how unhappy I am with our current situation.
All I want to do it go back to bed.