Jan 19, 2024
I miss when I had time to draw. I miss when I had motivation to write. I miss when I ENJOYED my free time instead of instantly spiraling into anxiety. I’ve drawn and written practically nothing in over a year, and I want to cry because I miss doing it but I can’t make myself do it because I either don’t have enough time or I don’t have the motivation or I can’t focus when I do try to do it.
I miss not being an adult with all this stress. I want to go back.