Must be Tuesday again…
What’s that? Feeling down, depressed, low, out of sorts? Oh wait of course… it’s Tuesday! It all suddenly makes sense!
I feel like I’ve ground to a stop. Don’t want to make a list or figure anything out or do a damn thing. I really get tired of typing the same thing over and over again because it feels like all I do lately on here is complain. Complain about loss of direction. Complain about how none of this makes any damn sense. I’m getting tired of hearing myself say it and I know others must be getting tired of me going through these stretches.
I’m stuck in a morass and I don’t know how to get out of it. Don’t want to make a start on the book because it feels like I’ve tried and tried and tried and still it goes no where. Music seems to not excite me at all… either listening to it or playing it. Acting? I don’t have a freaking clue where that is going I honestly don’t. I keep telling myself to just sit down and make a list of all the things I need to do or want to do but I can’t seem to even do that because it seems so damn futile. I’ve made list after list after freaking list and still I’m stuck in this shitty apartment lacking vision and lacking funds and not knowing what I’m freaking doing.
So here I go Universe. Another shout into the void. I’m not supposed to be doing the play. Fine. What the hell am I supposed to be doing? I’m really freaking sick of this shit.