These past few weeks I’ve been stuck in this funk. I’m fed up with everything. I don’t wanna get out of bed and I don’t wanna talk to anyone and I don’t wanna change my clothes and I just don’t want to do anything.
I realized like, yesterday, that I have missed two favorite sundays. I guess that’s okay, I’m only human. Like you.
Martin came over to keep me company and left yesterday. It felt nice not being alone for a while.
I’ve been writing on this post for hours now. Wall of text after wall of text. Subject after subject. And I just end up deleting every single word. And this is supposed to be the part where I tell you it’s gonna get better, it’s okay to feel lonely. And some sort of peptalk for everyone reading this. I just can’t seem to get there, not today. Like, if I can’t do shit for myself, maybe I at least can do something for someone else. I know as well as you that things are gonna get better. And that this is temporary. Still I can’t pick myself up at the moment. And I guess that’s how it’s gonna be, for now.
I wanna go out for burgers. Chicken burgers. If anyone’s up for that, contact me and we’ll figure something out.
By the way, I saw this little gem earlier today. I think you’ll like it.