I don’t want to blog.
I want to write. The only thing I miss about this place is that it’s an emotional outlet. Let me begin :
I have been doing nothing with my life. I have been ignoring my best friends, I have been ignoring my school work, and I have been doing nothing.
I am sorry.
Am I a bad person? This I ask myself, frequently. I think I am. I have good intentions, but I am bad at being a normally functioning person. I can’t take on more than one task at a time, I act as if I have more problems than I do. I can’t take on more than I want to take on.
I stay up later and later every night, thinking about all of the opportunities I missed this summer, and all of the things I could have done with my life, and where I am right now, and I’m not happy. I don’t want to stop what I am doing, but I do want to change what I’m doing. I need to get on a bike, on my feet, off my ass, anything.
Fuck life.
