'That's how it is on this bitch of an Earth.'
I don't really know where to start; I know what I want to write but I feel discouraged. Though really, who reads this anyway? For sure, I'm not certain - all I have is statistics not names.
I feel tired. Tired of my job, of what I'm doing with myself, of my appearance, of people. I'm in one of those mindsets were I just want to sit down and drown myself in fictional writings but I can't - I don't seem to have the time nor the effort to actually do it. The last couple of days I have written ten thousand words for some little fun piece but now I can't bring myself to carry on even though I was addicted two days ago. I'm ill and it's just sucking the life out of me even more than usual. Tonight I got home with the intention of writing but time has just flown by and now I know I need to sleep soon if I'm going to be remotely anything like a nice person in the morning.
Currently watching: The Boondock Saints
Currently looking forward to: Payday... which is tomorrow! Yes!
Currently in my car: Green Day - International Superhits!, Green Day - American Idiot, Panic! At The Disco - A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. Currently trying to trick myself into thinking I'm not 20 but 13 again!