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Ugh. Why does everything take so much effort for me now?
Like, seriously. I wake up, goof off on the internet for anywhere between half-an-hour to two hours, "write" with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lady_krysis (in which she does a ton of writing and I skimp past with the minimum amount I can do before I pass it on to her) go to work, and then come home. Sometimes, I watch television (but I'm SO BEHIND ON EVERYTHING. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE NINE EPISODES OF SPN WAITNG FOR ME?)
Sometimes I read comics. Sometimes I hang out withdungeonmarm. Sometimes I play video games. And then I sleep. Wake up, and do the whole thing over again. Over and over.
I don't feel like I'm stuck in a rut or anything, after all, tons of people do stuff after they get off work. I'm just grateful I can leave and have dinner and pass out. Just. I'm not disabled, I'm neuro-typical, there's no reason why I shouldn't have the spoons to do things.
Okay, I'll admit it. I just can't write, and I haven't been able to write anything on my own for the entirety of 2011. I have fun talking about it and theorizing about it and fitting pieces (badly) together, but when it comes down to the actual writing of anything, I look at the page and want to die with how much I don't want to do it, with how much I suck. It's become this difficult, Sisyphean task.
Ugh. Just ugh. I hate everything. D:
Like, seriously. I wake up, goof off on the internet for anywhere between half-an-hour to two hours, "write" with
lady_krysis (in which she does a ton of writing and I skimp past with the minimum amount I can do before I pass it on to her) go to work, and then come home. Sometimes, I watch television (but I'm SO BEHIND ON EVERYTHING. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE NINE EPISODES OF SPN WAITNG FOR ME?)Sometimes I read comics. Sometimes I hang out with
dungeonmarm. Sometimes I play video games. And then I sleep. Wake up, and do the whole thing over again. Over and over.I don't feel like I'm stuck in a rut or anything, after all, tons of people do stuff after they get off work. I'm just grateful I can leave and have dinner and pass out. Just. I'm not disabled, I'm neuro-typical, there's no reason why I shouldn't have the spoons to do things.
Okay, I'll admit it. I just can't write, and I haven't been able to write anything on my own for the entirety of 2011. I have fun talking about it and theorizing about it and fitting pieces (badly) together, but when it comes down to the actual writing of anything, I look at the page and want to die with how much I don't want to do it, with how much I suck. It's become this difficult, Sisyphean task.
Ugh. Just ugh. I hate everything. D: