I have so much fucking shit to do today and I’m still sore from working out last evening.
Just wanted to lie in bed and think; it really doesn’t accomplish much. I can think over and over again about the woulds, shoulds, and coulds, but it really doesn’t solve anything or get me further. I’m still the mess I was before I started thinking, and those other things still don’t exist.
I’m still the irresponsible teenager that I’ve always been.
I don’t want to be this way anymore, but I just don’t have the motivation.