i tidied and arranged my room and stuck things to my wall. pieces of things from times i've enjoyed. i guess it's about lining my space with stuff that gives me a sense of belonging. because so far i don't. i thought i would've missed my bed but so far i'm indifferent.
my thoughts are elsewhere. i only see where i've been and not where i'm heading. i sleep to a different time zone, waking in darkness, with thoughts that prevent me from sleeping again.
my diary is empty of plans.
i know i should swim, but motivation is a struggle. i have work to do, papers to fill out, jobs to apply for, friends to see. but it's easier to drink coffee and tidy itunes.
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