There is only one thing that I really wanted to do... and I couldn't make myself do it. I don't know if it's better or worse this way. I'm hoping worse because I didn't do it. I hope God was preventing it.
It is not that I regret not doing it, but more that I can't believe I didn't when it was all I really thought about for over a week now. Strange, isn't it? Oh well...
I need to make more time for reading, and journaling. The problem is, I do those things at night usually, and when I go to bed so late, I don't have the time or the energy. There is really no reason for it... I don't really have other responsibilities. It's just... I can't make myself sometimes. Sleep feels too lonely and quiet sometimes, and I don't like to think about the things that I remember when falling asleep. So, I put it off, until I'm writing an online blog post at 1:30 in the morning, without having journaled nor read a single page today.
I need to fix my life.. I really do.
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How is it that we are one and the same?
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