For the past few weeks I have found myself wasting the days away in the comfort of my bed, when I don’t have some other place to be, I could rival a pensioner that is bed bound quite frankly and I always get to the time of day, around an hour before nerd boy finishes work and think ‘fuck I’ve wasted the day again’ and I have no idea what to do.
I have no hobbies, all my friends are miles away or work during the week and I don’t want to start my open uni course until funding has settled. I honestly feel like I have just let another day pass by, waiting for the time nerd boy comes back through that door and everything is alright in the world.
I have issues sleeping at night because I sleep during the day, even now I can feel my eyes getting heavy, I’ve got things to do, washing to put on and washing up to do but I just can’t find the energy to get up and get going.
For the last three days I’ve been promising myself I will go into town and get the rest of my step sons birthday bits but have I done this? Nope. Now I’m going to spend tomorrow fretting we haven’t done enough.
I don’t know how to get out of this rut and not feel like my life is here but I’m not doing anything while I’m here.
Still tomorrow is another day I guess.