I work retail, so sometimes I work at 9 and sometimes I work at one. If I work at nine, I wake up, go to work with no motivation, count down the nine hours until I get home, pour myself a drink, and Netflix. If I work at one, I do the same thing, only I wake up four hours later. The night before, I'll drink a little heavier since I won't have to be in early. Maybe I'll cry a little bit, if no one's around. On my days off, I try to get things done, but it's getting progressively more difficult to concentrate, or find motivation to do anything. Sometimes I just stay in my pajamas and pig out. Or I shop. Or I cook up a storm. I try to go out of town every once in a while to distract myself, but I haven't been able to lately. I've been trying to get some writing done, but that's been difficult, too.

Not even just boring. Kind of sad.

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