My cup runneth over with thoughts of my future. I don’t really like talking about what I would like to happen, because I would just be setting myself up for disappointment. Of course, I would be disappointed anyway since I have these thoughts, but at least it’s not public, right? It’s not like they’re these huge thoughts of grandeur and a life that people would be envious of. I just want a stable life, a place of my own and a full social circle.
I feel way too stressed out to even do things that I love to do. I haven’t touched a book and have no drive to draw or be creative in anyway. I need something to fall into place so I can get that back. I know it’s still in me because I have the drive, but when I sit down to do something I just can’t. I can’t concentrate on reading because my mind is wandering, wondering if I got that job or when I’m going to get one. If I sit down with a pad of paper, nothing inspiring comes to me. Come to think of it, half the time that I’m watching TV I’m not even paying attention. If I had just a little focus, I’m sure my days would consist of a lot more.
Maybe I’ll try and teach myself some CSS to jazz this place up. hm…
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