It’s one of those hard days, I’ve been waiting for it. I thought writing on one of these days would be easier, that this would help, but actually it’s the opposite.
I think it’s because today I feel nothing. No motivation, no happiness, and above all, no sadness. I forget how painful these days are, how I wish for some emotion to touch me, to make me feel something.
Uni is over for this term and all I’m doing is waiting. Waiting for work today, waiting for it to be over, waiting to go to bed, waiting to go to work and it’s a cycle. Until Saturday, when I go back home.
Sometimes a storm is easier than days of a steady, melancholy wind.