Someone I know kept warning me before I moved up here that everyone who moves up here becomes completely unproductive and worthless. That couldn’t happen to ME though, right? Oh wait shit.
Basically I’m trying to get back in business.
- writing in my journal
- updating my pointless and embarrassing blog that no one reads
- working on musical projects; solo and felt jungle
- doing well in school (and LEARNING THINGS)
- reading for pleasure
- home cooked meals on the reg
- showering/ taking pride in appearance
- drawing etc. and putting it all in one organized place where I don’t forget about it/ give up on it
It’s so easy to get lost in drinking tall cans and eating thai food and sandwiches and always having something to do/ a bus to catch/ a park to hang out at. Poor me right. I’m living the good life but for what? I have nothing to show for it, I don’t even remember what I did yesterday or the day before that without thinking super hard. It all blurs together. I’ve turned off my brain, I don’t even listen to sad music anymore, just paramore and radio hits. I want purpose other than my half hearted school career and hanging around with friends (although don’t get me wrong it’s really great having a social life for the first time in a while). And I want to be me again, overthinking everything and facing each fucked up emotion head on, instead of mindlessly moving forward at all times; going through the motions of life.
