I’m not nearly as interesting as you might think I am. Perhaps that’s incredibly narcissistic to say. But I should say, I’m not as interesting as I used to be. I haven’t done anything spectacular lately, or fun, or had much fun recently, or felt I’ve been having fun lately. I’m not sure that makes sense, but there it is. I used to be better. I used to be complete and accomplish more. I used to accomplish more in the artistic realm as well. 2019 has been a wash. The worst part, is that I’ve become complacent about it all. The reason is probably because I’ve gotten too comfortable in my home life? I think that has something to do with it.

I don’t know how to snap out of it. I’m becoming more miserable than ever. I suppose I always was when surrounded by others for so long. I should do something about something, but I can’t bring myself to start or finish and procrastinate until it’s too late and it’s all gone. Even then, I will kick myself for not doing it, but I’ll shrug it off. I just can’t be bothered anymore.

What to do.