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by Rayla

I hate blah days. I just want to hide under my blanket and listen to music. Passion Pit, Crystal Castles, Sleigh Bells, every once in a while interrupted by the chaotic sounds of dubstep. I could listen to that all day, without leaving my bed. On blah days, I don’t want to talk to anyone. I just want to wallow in my disappointment. Always disappointed. Mostly with myself. I need something to do. I think that every time, but whenever I tried, I lose motivation. I start to doubt my abilities, myself. And then I just want nothing, feel nothing, but the music. I hate blah days

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