has your friend ever been in a bad mood and telling you why and you start to sympathize with them so much that you just want to kick the person(s) that did this to them in the fucking head? that’s where I am right now.
you know you’re lazy when you won’t clean off your bed to sleep on it and won’t even pull the trundle out all the way either.
the cleanliness of my room is a near-perfect gauge of my stress level. for instance, right now, you can barely navigate around it without stubbing your toe or tripping.
I always find myself being just “good enough” but I guess it’s better than being mediocre.
I really fucking hate annotating books. I feel way too obligated to write something down and it takes away from the overall experience of just reading the damn book (of which I actually enjoy).
Alone. Am I okay with that? I tell myself I am. What is someone else going to do for me that I can’t do for myself? I have enough of my life ahead of me that independence is the only realistic option.