I can’t get a damned thing done. When the hell did I used to write? I don’t think I’m doing anything I haven’t been for a long time. I’m spending less time on the forums, I’m not cooking or cleaning or reading more than before, what the hell?
Anyway. As you may have guessed–another night, not a damn thing done. I’m gonna be an effing termite my entire life.
Now I’m going to bed to cry.