It's hard to write. It's hard to think. It's hard to read.
It is very hard for me to be productive. Lately, I've been a Twitter-Facebook-Tumblr fiend who sits on my couch for literally 5 hours at a time, only to leave for bathroom and food breaks. I occasionally sit and watch my favorite shows, but that's only if it's on Netflix and ready to be streamed. I have become this lazy couch potato.... ew gross.
If I'm not out with friends, this is what I do. This is what my life has resorted to: sitting on my ass, typing on a keyboard, searching for something to amuse me or stir some jealous rage. To add, I think I am depraved of all my good judgment. What happened to fixating my mindset on being a good person, doing good for the world, and acting upon my morality? It's all gone into the newly stored fat on my body, along with the potato chips, chocolate, and cereal I have stuffed myself with.
