Aug 17, 2008 15:48
This fucking sock is driving me insane. I want to put it on, but I don't have the energyu to reach my foot. My left foot is warm and all socked up, but my right foot is naked and cold.
My brain goes off on these sorts of lines for ages. Performing simple tasks is becoming difficult because I begin to wonder, what's the point? I'll only have to take my shoes and socks off when i get home, fair enough I'm going to a movie and all, but heaps of people don't wear shoes.
I spend far too much time doping my make-up and I simply ruin it, and my hair. I'm prewtty sure I look like a boy. That's what I thought when I looked in the mirror this morning. I looked like a oyung boy and not like me as I've come to know mytself over the last 18 years.
I'm not sad, I'm not depressed, this isn't a rant. I'm just con fused at why it takes me so long to do simple things and why I lack the energy to put a sock on.
The sock is mocking me.