Seem to spend a lot of my time saying that I don’t want to do stuff, running away from people and my commitments. Then when I do walk away for a while I seem to spend my time blobbing in front of the television or sleeping. I know I have choices and that I can choose to do something different. I don’t know. Part of me thinks I should be better than this.
Am injured again. I chose something different, something I was looking forward to. My body just hasn’t held up its end of the bargain.