Motivation is a weird thing, isn't it? You can have it, at the stupidest times, and you miss it anytime else. You can get motivated to sort your phone out, arranging all the apps to perfection, but can't if you have to stand up and do something. Almost everything becomes a burden that you don't want to deal anymore. Even things you nomally enjoy. It's really hard to function under these circumstances, doing everyday chores feels like too much and you are glad if you just passed the day, no matter the disappointments.
Hope you liked the chapter even if it wasn't the longest.
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When Darkness enters my mind
PoésieLate night spirals of thoughts and worries Trigger warning: If you are sensitive towards constant mentioning of dark, depressing topics then you might not enjoy reading this.
