Rule upon rule, who are you to make them for me?
Its been all of a month, and where am I on my writing? Nowhere. Serious, I would use the word Dead to describe it. Very Dead. So Dead I'm sure you wont even be seeing any form of Vampireism, Zombieism or any other form of Undeadism bringing it back from the grave. I have taken the time to start journaling, and working on a couple personal projects to try to get a small spark of life back into my writing, So far, its been all in vain. Depression has set in. Lethargy is weighting me down to the point where I barely get out of bed. The few times I do? I manage to sit in front of the computer in a zombie-like trance letting mindless computer games eat away at even more brain activity. Some people would call this a funk. I call this the lack of any motivation to cling to life. I hit the point where I DON'T CARE. I dont care that I am supposed to make myself sit in front of the computer everyday to write. In fact, I have stop caring whether I get out of bed, or even eat. So tell me, would you still make yourself write through that? I feel like I'm supposed to. In fact, my life seems to be fenced in with the things I am "supposed" to do, but who makes these rules? If you can write through the depressive weight holding you to your bed, bravo. Today I am making a rule that says I don't have to.
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