I am just annoyed.
I'm annoyed at life and myself.
I have 10 things I need to do, 100 things I want to do and about 1000 idea's swimming in my brain and absolutely no output whatsoever.
I hate this weather. It's hot coolness makes me want to be outside. It also reminds me of something I long forgot, or maybe a dream I had, I'm not sure.
The feeling is uneasy, anticipating and nostalgic.
I want to go home and climb into my bed.
The book (that’s still on the way)
1 day ago