I don't know why I'm so tired all the time. Something's lacking, but I can't figure what it is.
I need a break. From the daily routines. From the neverending work. From noise. From people.
How did I let myself become like this? I've been so unproductive. Everyday, I tell myself that it's going to be a good day and I'm going to focus, but in the end I end up doing other things. Or sometimes even nothing at all. Then before I sleep I look back on what I've done for the day and realise that I haven't done anything productive. And the cycle repeats again and again and again.
I want to sit by the shore and watch the sun set and rise. I want to lie down on a grass patch and stare at the sky all day long, forming all sorts of things in the clouds and giving each star a unique name of its own. I want to do all of this alone. Where the only companions I have are solitude and silence.
"It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me."
- Sylvia Plath
(And no I don't want to die.)
I must stay positive and keep going. I'll smile my way through it.
I don't know why I'm so tired all the time. Something's lacking, but I can't figure what it is.
I need a break. From the daily routines. From the neverending work. From noise. From people.
How did I let myself become like this? I've been so unproductive. Everyday, I tell myself that it's going to be a good day and I'm going to focus, but in the end I end up doing other things. Or sometimes even nothing at all. Then before I sleep I look back on what I've done for the day and realise that I haven't done anything productive. And the cycle repeats again and again and again.
I want to sit by the shore and watch the sun set and rise. I want to lie down on a grass patch and stare at the sky all day long, forming all sorts of things in the clouds and giving each star a unique name of its own. I want to do all of this alone. Where the only companions I have are solitude and silence.
"It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me."
- Sylvia Plath
(And no I don't want to die.)
I must stay positive and keep going. I'll smile my way through it.
