The holiday season. It's supposed to be so full of happiness. Yet, I'm behind in everything I'm not working, not writing, and still don't have the house decorated. If it weren't for Jess, we'd have no trees anywhere. At least she got her tree up in her room.
Every day I think I'm going to do something; yet, I wind up sleeping, feeling tired, feeling bad, and never getting anything done.
I'm giving up on writing, too. I haven't had an original idea in years.
I'm just tired. Tired of everything.