Once again, I find myself in the mood to not write anything. I can't give into to not at least completing this simple task. I have to keep building momentum.
Maybe that can be me one day.
I haven't got around to sketching anything yet. I'm not really sure what I want to sketch. One of my biggest ailments is that I'm a perfectionist. If I can't do what I'm setting out to do perfectly, then I tend not to try at all. This has been a major flaw in my thinking for as long as I can remember. I'm afraid of failing, and yet this turns my life into one giant failure. It's ridiculous.
In this circumstance, it pertains to sketching since I haven't done so in such a long time that I know I'll suck at it. I have to try anyway, I think. Not sure what I'll draw though.
I've been eating a lot of junk food lately, which only adds to my apathy. I feel gross and lethargic. It makes everything all that much harder to get done. It almost feels like I've been trapped in a dark cave, watching the shadows of people pass me by. I almost feel, at times, that I'm resigned to live this life of loneliness and mundane existence.
I wonder if I'm alone in this depravity.
I wrote, made my bed, drank more water (but didn't hit my goal), and that's about it....
Day 6
- Make Bed - Done
- Write - Done
- Read
- Sketch
- Drink Water
- Exercise
I might add, I am feeling pretty damn empty right now. This sucks.
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