What am I doing all day? Complaining. Criticizing my wife. Whining about how I miss the past, bitching about how much I hate the present and worrying about the shitty future.
I’m missing the same past that I once hated; I hated the past because it was my fucking present. I was worried about the future, which is my current present.
All my worries were useless, and yet I have not learned a thing.
I still didn’t find the time to read what I promised my friend I would read. Sorry.
I forgot to check my email or reply to my WhatsApp because I was so busy I didn’t have time to remember.
I put on my gym clothes in the morning, but I couldn’t manage to find any time to go to the gym.
I don’t know when I’ll have time to pack my stuff. I still didn’t unpack the boxes I have in this new place. I want to sort out all these papers but I don’t know when.
Fuck. I forgot to call the internet folks.
I want to revamp my blog. I want to sort out my home office (I always dreamed about having my own home office. As always, though, I waste my dreams when they become a reality).
Categories: Scribbles of Thoughts, The Journal
holy shit you must be exhausted! i guess you can hit the reset button and try again tomorrow? 🙂
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That’s the exact same lie I tell myself every night before bed 🙂
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