I don’t know why it’s hard for me to get going today. I woke up at an almost reasonable time, but unfortunately I’ve already wasted an hour of the day.
Actually, when I was more anxious to get in here to write, I think I actually got out of bed faster than I do now.
I don’t want to write today.
I didn’t break up with the boy yesterday. I should have. Instead I gave my time to someone who thoroughly doesn’t deserve it, and probably should have given it to the boy, who deserves it only marginally more. I really ought to let him go.
I don’t want to just… I forgot what I was even going to say, but that’s the same thing that I’ve opened every paragraphs with so far. I don’t, I didn’t, negativity. Ugh, let’s get the act *together* here. I have shit to do.
And damned if I’m going to let the boy interfere with that.
I don’t (yes, I know, but it’s from a place of power this time) think I’m going to break up with him yet. Or maybe I will, I don’t know. It really doesn’t matter.
I will tell him I’m busy right now, and this weekend. Whatever, it actually doesn’t matter. I am busy, and I have a lot of things to do.
I had dreams last night, but I can’t quite remember them enough to get them in here, and not sure I even want to try, but since this post has failed to go in any other productive direction today, I might as well give it a shot.
Eh, instead I just went and started to do work. I’m not going to stress myself out more than I already am today.
I’ve got shit to do.