I don't feel like writing today, but I have to write anyways because it's a weekday and I have a blog post writing schedule to follow, after all. I can't just throw all of my plans to the wind because I'm not feelin' it for one day (or two or three or four).
I don't feel like writing about how excited I am to get a car because the more it gets pushed back, the less I feel like I'm going to be able to secure this one beautiful little car that I really want and I don't feel like writing about how disappointed I am that my boyfriend keeps telling me he's going to bring me but then he doesn't.
I don't feel like writing about my boyfriend and our perfect relationship because it isn't. It isn't perfect. It's not even close. We love each other and we don't even really understand why because we seem so incompatible sometimes.
I don't feel like writing about my health and fitness plans because my main goal for March was to walk 10,000 steps every day and I've already fucked that up because I didn't work out or go for a walk yesterday. Barely hit 8,000. I haven't eaten a single item of processed sugar though, so at least I have one thing to be proud of myself about.
I don't feel like writing about my travel plans because I don't have any. That's a side effect of purging your bank account and almost all of your savings in order to buy a car, which, OH WAIT, I don't have one yet.
I don't feel like writing about my friends because their lives all seem so much lighter and happier than mine. They're unburdened. They're living their lives however they want to, without anyone telling them what to do.
I don't feel like writing about my future plans because I don't know what they are. I have plans but I'm not actively working towards them. I don't have time, or energy to give. All my energy is being directed in other places. All my time is taken up by other things.
Ugh. Bad day.
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