I think a big reason on why all my days have been blurring together is because I haven’t been changing my clothes before bed, I don’t have a routine that denotes a passage of time, I have no consistency other than the difference between here and home that points out the weekends that proves that time is moving at all, otherwise it all feels the same, every single day even with a different schedule is still the exact same day no matter how many things are different between them. It feels like I’m groundhog daying it over and over and over again, I can feel the world moving around me and somehow I’m just standing still in the middle of it, time passing around me instead of through me or even with me, I get stuck in the same spot for minutes if not hours and that time spent in the same spots again and again feels no different than any other time. There are things that make me want to move, frustrate or annoy or overwhelm me until the only thing I can think about is moving, and still I don’t. I just sit there, watch the time pass around me, and wait for something to start my clock again, it hasn’t yet, but maybe if I wait long enough it will
