Jul 18
lots of feelings about giving up today. something about the weekend—a concept that honestly means (almost¹) nothing to me—has me feeling forlorn. i don't want to write, i don't want to read, i dont want to go for a walk until nightfall (during which time i will be by then in a fouler mood), no—i don't want to watch a film on my list. i just want to kms. my period is late. if i could laugh, i would.
¹i'm still young enough to get a sense of fear that i'm missing out on something during the weekends, even though i'm literally retired to my life of leisure. where are my worthless peers at?
