Sep 10, 2013 09:25
I really need to actually do something with my days off for once. At least this is what I keep telling myself. I need to clean some and actually put the bed set that I bought for my birthday present to myself back before my birthday on my bed. It's nothing hard, but it still sits in the bag in my living room.
I tell myself, and everyone else, that I'm just lazy. But, I'm not sure that's it. I really can't seem to make myself do much. I read and watch a little t.v. Play on the computer or my phone. But, mostly, I sleep. A lot. I don't know if it's just because my schedule sucks and work wears me out, or what.
I don't have any money to do anything and probably wouldn't want to even if I did. I would rather sit at home and do nothing.
I did start writing some again. This is a major plus that I don't think anyone even understands. No one gets what writing means to me and how bad it was that I didn't do it at all from the time my mom got sick until now.
The fact that I'm able to start again with that, even with just ideas or scenes is...phenomenal, I think. I see it as a sign that I am really going to try to get myself out of whatever rut I'm in. To actually try to not be so down and live in the past. That doesn't do anyone any good.
me,
writing