Where wild minds come to rest
I'm suppose to be writing a paper that is due in the morning. But for some reason, I cant. There is some reason I am afraid to, and I don't know why. Especially because I know that the consequences are much worse than staying up all night to write this paper. Something ive always known about me is that hitting rock bottom isn't enough. I don't know what is. And that scares me. Im so desperate for change. I don't know why it is SO INCREDIBLY hard for me to do things that I even want to do. I don't know why I cant just write this paper. Ive been thinking about it for weeks. And its been on the back of my mind every day. So why cant I do it? ive been this way for as long as I can remember. I talked a little bit about it in my last post about hygiene. I have no idea why I create this complicated life for myself. Im living in my own hell, and I don't know how to get out.