That’s all somewhat okay, but what are my options, really?
This is my normal Sunday evening. Anxious because of the next week. Tired due to not getting enough sleep. Disappointed in myself for not doing anything for myself I’d enjoy.
Did nothing today. Went well.
I wish I had a perspective, an idea. Instead, I go on for the sake of going on.
I want to go home. Now.
Zero fucks given. None whatsoever.