I'm not really sure why I’m writing or rather typing this post. It just sounds like something right to do. Though the true right thing to do would be to shut down and roll over and drift to sleep. Though I'm quite known for the choices that I make are not mostly the best. I mean look at my currant life... I go out with my friends and for get for that time what I'm doing...then come home sit in my room or do what ever happens in the house. It seams really boring but it is rather stressful.
Lot of the stress is that... that I don't want to be doing nothing. I want to do something... I just don't know what... and I'm not the kind to just pack my bags and go somewhere. It sounds rather right, but then the feeling passes and I’m back just the way I was before the inspiration. I hear the birds calling.
Why does everything have to be so hard and difficult. I feel broke like a doll that was mistakenly drops and is missing a piece.
I lack the drive to do anything, even the things I really want to. I hate my self over it but just lack the will to change it is as if I have given up before the day began. this is not helping... I'll go read a book.
Though.. I’m haft way though that.. so it won't last long. TT