I’ve been completely unmotivated this week. Well maybe these last two weeks. I’ve managed to make myself go to the gym at least three times, but other than that I’ve not wanted to do anything. No writing, no drawing, no cleaning, just sitting and reading comics.
I guess I might be having a pity party. Something like “Oh woe is me! Why does the universe see how happy I am then take a gigantic dump on my life?!” sort of pity party. I’ve been trying to keep a positive face but I’m having a hard time.
I hate these doldrums, I wish they didn’t happen ever.
(PS. I finally cleaned my place yesterday. It really needed it.)