With music echoing through his head he sat alone, distracted, looking for pointless ways to fill the time. The clothes, trash, and given up hobbies littered over his room provided more company than anyone could at the moment.
He knew that wasn't true
It was the lack of motivation keeping him stuck in place, or maybe it was the slight feeling of estrangement that lingered in his mind.
"Something is bound to interest me" was what he thought knowing full well he had no intention of putting in the effort. With a deep breath his head fell back to the pillow as his body was swallowed by his blanket.
"i'll try again tomorrow"
