Sunday, April 24, 2011

i hate the question 'where do you want to go?'

i dont want to go anywhere, i want to be somewhere. i want to be in bed. or somewhere having fun. i want to know what fun feels like. i was out last night, for the first time in so long. out to be out, not to see a band or play, just to be out and hang around with friends. i think i was having a good time, but now i dont know if it was real or not, i feel hollow.

or maybe i want to be here


maybe i need to go there to know where i need to be

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Saturday, April 02, 2011

i thought i was making progress, getting up every day and sitting in the lounge, instead of staying in bed. now i realise its only made the trip to the kitchen for tea quicker and easier.

2 steps forward, 1 step back?

im getting out of bed, but im shortening my walking distance to the kitchen by a house length = less exercise.

maybe it is a win/win