and I don't even mean like work, I mean I used to write fic. all the time. where did that go. I have so many stories to tell but sitting down and getting things out is so hard now and I used to read all the time and now it's a struggle
I cooked food for the fam the other day and I pass by the god damn dishes and get exhausted just looking at them bc I had just cleaned them and yes yes the inherent sisyphian nature of cleaning laundry hygiene dishes over and over but it's also actually just so hard
and then you physically finally do them and it's boring but the actual act of doing them isn't hard it's just the getting to it is hard and the idea that it'll have to be done again in short order is hard
I want to leave my jobs which means pick up another job and start from the ground up again and maybe I'll have it for three months maybe I'll have it for three years and then I'll get bored and tired of it and rinse and god damn repeat and I can't get anywhere
I used to write fic. all the time. where did that go. I have so many stories to tell but sitting down and getting things out is so hard now and I used to read all the time and now it's a struggle