I slept most of the day away, the weekend in fact. And I’m still tired.
I really should have been reading. I need to finish this book for my literature class. And write a paper for Thursday.
I’m trying really hard not to feel guilty about sleeping. My body obviously needed it, otherwise I wouldn’t have slept at all or for that long. It’s just really hard not to feel guilty when I know I’m capable of doing so much more.
Yes, I work and go to school. But it’s only two classes. I should be able to handle this. There are some people who work and take three or four classes. Now, that’s stressful. I don’t even have a high stress job.
I should have been cleaning my apartment because my mom is coming to visit next weekend. I’m sure she’ll find something to complain about the state of my apartment. It’s just hard when I feel like I’m doing the best I can, but I know I can do better. And this will just be reinforced by my mother.
I want to do more. I need to do more. Then I won’t be stuck in my head so much.
I need that escape.