Who stole my motivation? I go to bed each night full of thoughts. Full of words to click onto a keyboard or to ink onto paper. When I wake up, I tell myself, sit, write, you'll feel better. When I open the laptop or pull out my notebook, the words run away. They're scared to become more than thoughts. Maybe I'm scared to write them. Maybe if I write them, they'll become real? Not even dramatic things, I just cannot motivate myself to write more than this; a pathetic excuse for not writing. I cannot motivate myself to do anything but nap. Or binge. Or read. Or chill out with my luscious new blanket. Theres always a new excuse. I'm sick of making excuses.
Todays excuse is dedicated to Becky Bloodnut. May you rest in peace dear rangabraids.
I'm a little nutty. Always overthinking. Totally unsure. In love with words, roller derby and pinup girls. Strict vegetarian, not quite strong enough for veganism. I like to tap my feet to tunes and ponder the words I'll never write down. I question too much and tend to forget how short life is. I think snuggles in bed on a rainy day beats doing anything else, ever. I think Autumn is the best season. I collect rubber duckies and have an addiction to buying books. There is much more to know, however it is all just as tedious as this has been...so... ENDx