And the fact I can’t leave is making me very sad.
I get up. I go to school. I come home, overeat, relax, go to some club I hate or do homework or something, be “lazy” up in my room. I go to bed, thankfully.
And so it repeats.
And maybe today is just a bad day because in the last hour I- something happened I don’t know what. And now I’m unmotivated and I want to do things but I can’t because there’s no point and I don’t enjoy them. I’m just going to fail at them.
So I just lay on the floor for half an hour and listened to music.
Isnt that a little bit sad?
I am a little bit sad.
I cant wait to go to bed because I’m exhausted. But this time sleep isn’t gonna fix it. Im just exhausted of everything.
And I don’t know what’s happening.
Is this really what life is?