Today, I woke up overwhelmed by my own neglect of my responsibilities. I couldn’t decide what the best choice was. Should I stay at home and work from there, using all my energy to on working instead of trying to go somewhere? No, I decided, looking around my apartment. The mess would be to depressing. So, I forced myself into the shower and shaved my legs. I put on jeans instead of sweat pants. I considered make-up but decided finishing everything I need to finish right now would take a long time and it would be best not to have my pores suffocating the whole time.
I packed up my bag and went to my friends’ apartment. Immediately, the stale, smoky air ruled it out as option for a place to work in. I drank some orange juice and a can of V8 and left for campus. As soon as I got Qdoba, I realized I had left my mug at my friends’. I had planned on drinking mug after mug of Good Earth energizing black tea to keep me going. Warily, I ate my burrito, which was unremarkable and disappointing.
Finally, I arrived at the library. My ex signed on to MSN Messenger. Now, I’m sitting here with tears ready to fall. My entire body aches. I couldn’t even force myself to smile right now. Why did I even bother to get out of bed?