thirst

two-lipped

Every day seems like the one before it. I wake up, shower, get dressed, eat (and usually indulge in morning tea), make my way to school (late), get educated, walk home, avoid my homework, usually indulge in evening tea, and finally retire for the night. On weekends I usually don't leave my house. I stay up late researching Yorkshire Terriers and Audrey Hepburn and Norway and sleep in the next afternoon. No job, no hobbies, no direction. Yet, though I'm neglecting my future, and in some cases, my friends, I'm the happiest I've ever been. This routine is comfortable and fulfilling for me right now. Sure, I might have potential to do more with my life, the opportunities are there, but it means nothing if I don't want to seize them. I rarely get angry anymore, I'm barely over-emotional, for the most part I'm on top of things. It was harder than I thought to move again, but I'm coping, and that's all I could ask for. My current situation is not cause for concern, I assure you. I'm fine. It must seem like so much of a problem from the way everyone perceives it, by the way everyone treats it. Not having motivation isn't contagious, it can't hurt YOU, only me. And I'm okay with that.