it's ironic for me to write this here, since this is called "a little motivation" but it turns out 4 years later i'm the one lacking motivation now.
i'm grateful for my life, for the food i am provided with and for the roof above my head, but i'm not happy.
nothing ever seems to be enough. my life is boring, monotonous.
i'm sad, anxious and sometimes i even enjoy it, because at least i'm feeling something. But most of the time i just feel numb, empty. Days just go by so slow yet before I notice another week has passed, doing nothing, feeling nothing.
i'm running out of shampoo and i don't know how to refill it, i don't know where to get more.
i'm not doing the things i like to do, i'm not having fun.
i'm not even doing my homework in time, and i know i have to but i feel heavy, unmotivated.
i'm not happy with myself.
