idgaf

The art of wanting to achieve so much but not giving enough of a fuck is truly astounding. How can I sit here day after day, knowing I carry so much potential, but refusing to unleash it because it sounds like too much work? It's not as if I sit here oblivious to the future; I worry constantly about everything all the time, all at the same time. But that's where it ends, I stress about it and then move on, not doing anything to fix the problem.  I have so much I want to say and do, but I can't even bring myself to crawl out of bed most days. And maybe it's cause there is no motivating factor, but there are so many that it's daunting. I just bury myself further and further into my own self-pity and misery, until I have even more to pity myself about. My god, I just wish I could punch myself in the gut and tell myself to get the hell out of the deep hole I've dug for myself, but that sounds like too much work itself.  God save us all.