Sometimes life is confusing. I’m doing laundry & crying because I’m not enough. I don’t cook enough, clean enough & I leave my clothes in the basement too long so they smell musty & I have to wash them again.
My coworker was talking about her brother the other day… She was venting and having emotions because he has ADHD and she just kept calling him lazy. He didn’t do his homework because he was lazy. He didn’t go to college because he was lazy. He was really smart, but lazy. And I know she wasn’t talking about me but it felt like she was talking about me. Because that’s what people think. I don’t do homework because I’m lazy and I don’t finish school because I’m lazy.
And sometimes it just feels like too much. Like what am I good at? What is the point of anything? I want to be a writer but I don’t have anything to say and I don’t have the focus to… Say it anyway.
So. Idk this is me. Being real. And kind of boring.