some days i feel so good, and so energetic for a change, and i think that i'm going to do everything i want to do--work out, write and submit articles, do some research, be awesome to everyone, be myself, speak up, get an awesome hairstyle, go to the ballet and the theater and to concerts, hike and have adventures, and recreate myself.

then i just feel like, what's the point? i work this job that no one cares about, then i go home and that's it. there is on glamour in this. i think that's part of the problem, or the entire problem: i'm not looking forward to anything, i'm not going anywhere, i don't have any plans. and just thinking about plans exhausts me.