i have lost absolutely all will to do anything. let alone live.
i tried unpacking. i managed to scatter 1/8 of my belongings everywhere. the rest is in the garage, neatly packed up. i sort of hinted to my mom that it would be done today.
i can't. i. absolutely. cannot. i put in le tigre to jazz me up, had a banana to give me some energy, and sat in my old room for 2 hours taking things out of boxes and bags and halfassedly organizing them.
it's hot. i'm hungry. i'm bored. i'm tired. i'm lonely. i want esp to hurry her ass up so we can go get something to eat.
it's not that it's so bad. it's just no good.