Writer's Diary

Day Nine: Listless Days

AN- Hey guys! Me again. I've been having a really hard time lately. Everything is arduous, irritating, and tiring. I've been getting lots of sleep, so I don't know why thia ia happening. I just don't want to do anything, even write, so this is not going to be my best chapter. I've wasted a ton of time, when I could be doing something, because there are a million things I can be doing. But writing this makes me feel just that tiniest bit better, so here goes! Oh, by the way, this is Monday.

The sun shone brightly down from the blue, cloudless sky. It was recess, I should be happy to be able to talk freely with my friends, but I wasn't. Sure, a miniscule amount of intrest swirled in my brain, more that there has been all day, but I am a person that normally feels strong emotions, so I really felt out of it. Nothing seemed appealing, so I had been trying to live in tye moment. It sort of worked, and every once in a while I could escape the dull, grayscape of my life for a moment. As long as no one saw, I wohld be fine. This will pass in a few days. I pulled my self out of the black hole that is my mind to focus on the scene before me.

I stood at the gaga ball pit, watching some friends mess around. One always wore a beanie outside, rain, snow, or sun would not stop him from wearing a beanie to recess. It soon became a game to steal the precious hat from him. One girl had stolen, it but had dropped it, unbeknownst to the poor boy. I quickly snatched it off the yellowing grass, and ran for the hill upon which other friends of mine stood, hoping they would shelter me.

My plans were soon dashed to bits as they welcomed me to the top, then viciously tickled until I handed the warm hat over. They waved it in the air until the owner ran over, took it, and swatted me with it. I laughed. It felt nice, laughing. I hope this works; that it becomes my hand in the dark.

AN- Yes, it's short, most likely riddled with mistakes, and blandly worded. But I really don't care right now. You see, my mood is severely affected by others' moods around me. You feel lazy, I feel lazy, you feel happy, I feel happy. I don't know why, that is just how it is. Also, writing tbis has made me feel a little bit better. Thanks for reading. Vote or comment please!