New year, new me?

I think not. Or not?

I have been feeing rather poetic since the first of January and instead of that violent urge to restart my life I usually get every new year—I feel…lazy. Like I don’t even think of it as a fresh new start or something.

I don’t know, I haven’t gotten any motivation to do anything spectacular yet, so I’m just here, trying to overcoming the overwhelming need to shove my head in between pillows and sleep away my life.

I started binge watching bridgeton, which doesn’t indicate my mental health being in its right state, and now, not because it’s a bad show but because of the fluctuation. I haven’t binge-watched a movie in so long and now, it’s scary. I want to sleep every-time, even when I’m busy and I am quite irritated…constantly. It is annoying.

Let’s not forget, the primal urge to yell at my boss and quit my job. And don’t worry, it’s not—scratch that, it is a job. Sigh. I feel so weird, like it hasn’t yet clocked in to me, that oh—I’m supposed to be doing wonders by now.

And now, I don’t know if I’m complaining. I don’t like complaining but for some reasons, I always do it, throw a tantrum and then, sulk to do whatever I was complaining about. Man, I just want to be happy.

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