Lately, I've been feeling like I just exist. Kinda like floating around, aimlessly. Not really needed anywhere for anything nor really having the mojo to actually do anything. I'm always the first to tell people to "get off yo ass and go for a hike" or something similar but for reasons unbeknown to me, I rarely follow my own advice choosing instead to wallow in my own self-pity.
It's a strange feeling, knowing what I should be doing but instead instantly thinking of 17,000 excuses to not do it. I've become quite the professional dodger lately. Just sitting here gorging out on Cherry Bakewells and whole packets of coconut rings whilst simultaneously thinking "fuck me, I'm getting fat!"