I know I've not really been writing much recently, but this whole week has been pretty weird. Just a mixture of sadness and anger, born from boredom I think. I've fallen into this routine of only leaving my isolated attic room for food. I've not really spoken to anyone in days in person or online, and when I have it's like I've spoken but not really talked to them. I just hang around in my night clothes, there's nothing worth changing for. All my meals apart from breakfast seem to be takeaway, even when I don't feel like it, I can't help it, and I've finished a crate of 24 coke cans in the past seven days. The days are too hot for my liking, making it hard to lay in bed, and the windows let too much light in. I stand in the bathroom and aimlessly stare at the mirror as some sort of punishment. Disillusioned in a haze of music and movies, with the inactivity turning my brain into mush. That's probably why there's been no posts for a week or so, it's like I want to say so much, but can't find a way to do it. In a way, I'm starting to get used to and even enjoy this reclusive behavior. Sorry for this ramble, not sure when you'll hear from me again, hopefully it'll be soon and I'll be in higher spirits.
Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
"You desired my attention but denied my affections"
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