irritated

I don’t like writing a blog that nobody reads. Nobody would read it even if anybody ever heard of it. I don’t like that I feel like I have absolutely no control over my space. I don’t like that I do nothing and feel anxious. I also don’t like that I feel anxious every time I actually do something.

I don’t like that I waited ten minutes to midnight to open to write this. I don’t like that I put off the one activity that I like lately. I’m hurt and frustrated by my own actions.

I’m also annoyed about writing this way once again.