100 Sad Days: Day 9; Lethargy and Procrastination

My get and go has got up and gone

I am blighted by lethargy and procrastination. I have no energy to do anything. Without realising I put things off and off and off and off.

I seem to have a "later" or "tomorrow" mantra in my head. My head that is so full of stuff and nonsense and nothingness it now hurts every single day.

Some people will say I am just lazy. Or that everyone feels the same way. And yes they do, at times, I feel like this most days.

Simple tasks seem insurmountable.

Today is one of those days and I am feeling the world pile up around me. I don't want to get up. I don't want to go to work. I want to go back in to a world where all I have to worry about is make believe.

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