it’s a good thing today was my day off already, or I’d have to take it off probably. or idk, maybe would’ve just wished i had.

i don’t know what to say. i’m kind of forcing myself to do this, because so far all i’ve done today is lie around my room being sick, and then being miserable because i’m not doing anything. nothing sounds good. nothing feels exciting or interesting, except maybe reading a book, but even then it’s like a hypothetical book. i feel like boring, worthless garbage. when you really get to know me i’m not fun. i’m not thoughtful. i’m not anything. i can’t decide what to do, so i don’t do any of it. i’m not learning. i’m not trying.

is it bc i’m sick? bc i forgot my meds on monday? bc my uterus is probably getting warmed up to shit itself to death? some/all of the above???

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i tried shopping for materials for my xmas gift ideas. i have a bunch of mediocre tabs open.

i could work on cutting my hair, if i wanted to be exhausted from raising my arms up to head level in front of the mirror for the next hour and a half.

i could finish folding laundry…. horror of horrors

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