it's only been 5 days since i stopped working, i thought i'd be enjoying this new found freedom and time tremendously, but boy was i wrong.
i hate the feeling of lethargy in me the minute i wake up from my bed to the very minute i go back to it. i hate the feeling of having so damn much time but yet i'm not doing anything productive with it. i hate the feeling of having the whole entire day to yourself but yet i dont exactly know what's going to happen. i hate the idea of going out and spending money yet you know it's never coming back to your account because your salary inputs have ceased. i hate the idea of facing these 4 walls when i lie on my bed the goddamn entire day because they're so boring and intimidating. i hate having to wreck my brains to decide what i'm going to do with the day and how i'm going to spend the hours.
basically, i hate what i have now because it's eating me up. i know the people out there who are struggling with their days and work are hating me for being a whiny bitch complaining about all this free time that i have, but trust me the feeling isn't good at all.
and lastly, i hate it that i have all the time in the world now to go zouk on a wednesday night but i don't feel like going because i'm too lazy to get changed up. lethargy for the win.