I don’t have a plan, but I still don’t care.
I don’t know how to pay my bills, but I still don’t care.
I just don’t care.
It’s 1:30 am and I’m very tired, but I don’t want to go to sleep. I know that when I wake up tomorrow, there’ll be more things I just don’t care about.
I have four missed calls in the past 12 hours. I could’ve answered every one of them, I just didn’t want to, because I just don’t care.
I feel as though if I were wealthy, dealing with the things causing my depression would be a lot easier. Right now, I’m so focussed on money that I can’t focus on my depression. The catch 22 is that I am so focussed on trying not to be depressed about the money that I just am not focussing on anything.
Money can’t solve all of my problems, I know that. But if money made some of the problems going away, I probably would be more willing to face the others.
I haven’t left my house in a while. I’ve become a shun-in. What’s the point in going out when the universe is so exhausting? I could simply stay home and not have to deal with the shit the world throws.
My computer has ten percent battery left. The charger is on the kitchen counter and I am in my bedroom. So, perhaps the universe is telling me I need to just go to bed. It’s more than likely I just open my phone and use that for a few hours. Sleep is overrated. I just want to wallow.