You see, the worst thing, about outgoing Mondays, is that when you really don’t want to go out, when you want to lie down in the comfort of your own bed and sleep all day, you can’t. Because you promised yourself that you would go out, no matter, on Mondays.
Well, quite frankly, I’m finding that difficult today. I’ve had an emotionally trying time this weekend. My thoughts have been plagued with various flashbacks and memories and I’m just not having fun. I would rather, much rather, sleep all day and do jack all. But instead, I’m going to force myself to go out.
Even if I don’t want to.
Even if it requires me to peel myself quite physically away from my bed and allow myself to release all my angst in a five hour long cry, I will leave my house. And I will do something productive. And I hate it. Oh, god, do I truly hate it. But the fact remains, I said I would do this. This one simple act of leaving my house. And so I shall.
No matter how begrudged and hateful I am towards this particular promise to myself.
Nakedstreetkid out x -_-