|Source *throws tumbleweed into picture*|
Recently, I've been going through phases in my life which I have decided to appropriately name 'dry patches'. The most recent dry patch is that I currently have no muse, no motivation...no hope to sum it up. It began last week in my last and most hopeless lesson, Maths (the bane of my existence). I couldn't understand the topic and it left me more frustrated than I had ever been, like ever. Right there and then, I gave up (and only a week and a bit into the school year,cue round of applause as I have broken a new record ) on everything. And since, I have done nothing but mope, mope, mope, mope, mope...you get the picture. The only thing I seem to enjoy doing now is sleeping and even that is short lived.
This current state of mind sucks but I can't seem to get out of it. Before, I had a reason behind everything or at least a result to whatever I was doing but now, I just think "why am I doing this?" ALL THE TIME. Why am I even typing this now?
Uh. Life. Such a confuzle.