March 11, 2013
There is a bird outside my window singing this sweet song every day. I am in a foul mood every day. I know it, I just have to get up and freshen up, and all those other "UPs." But I choose to believe that I am still sleepy. I often wonder, was I deprived of sleep when I was younger? Or am I really just lazy to the core? The pressure is coming from people not pressuring me. Last night I was thinking, why don't I have my own house yet? I am 31 years old. I am still floating.