10Garbage
Hey. I haven’t finished reading the book(s) I’ve started yet, haven’t found a new job, haven’t studied for my midterms, haven’t cleaned my room, haven’t got my driver’s license, haven’t finished school, haven’t unveiled my passion, haven’t booked for a dental appointment, haven’t trimmed my nails, haven’t had a boyfriend, haven’t ranked up in Tetris battle, haven’t organized my thoughts for this entry, and I am soon turning 21.
Every single day, as my 7:45am alarm disrupts my most peaceful state, I wake up for a few seconds just to get slapped back to sleep by this fiend - yup without the ‘r’ - A.K.A my tedious life. It has always been a struggle waking up in the morning. Waking up at noon is way more convenient, in my case, to say the least. After a rather plentiful successions of alarms snoozed, I’ll finally get to leap out of bed and dress-up and eat breakfast hurriedly. Failing to do so will cause the trouble of missing the bus and waiting at least an extra 15 minutes outside in the freezing cold and being late for class/work. Skipping breakfast is very likely to happen, as well as leaving the house open for thieves.
My friend taking psychology diagnosed us two with Depersonalization Disorder (DPD). I looked it up and found that I have all of its symptoms. Great. I dunno. I am living in unreality, like I belong to the world Murakami creates in his novels, only that my story sucks. It’s lethargic how one day shifts to the next. Well, the worst part is that I choose to slack all along. I postpone every single thing I have to do, except sleeping. I sleep. And sleep. Then sleep.
Just read through an article about the DPD and you’ll easily get the gist of my everyday complaints and struggle. It’s not that I have been abused as a child or anything, but moving into this city is rather exasperating.
This is annoying. I’m annoyed by myself sounding so annoying and being annoyed by it.
