How should I feel.
I’m not sure if I should be angry. The me of last night hadn’t resigned to her fate. If anything, she pretended it wasn’t there. Ran away from it mentally. Confronting problems really isn’t my thing. Weird.
I don’t even wanna get out of bed but I have to. It’s unbelievable really. I’m feeling something about this situation that I can’t define. I’m not mad, nor sad. Definitely not elated or happy. Maybe a little scared. But that’s not it either.
Well. I’m sure it doesn’t matter. How do I get out of bed when I don’t want to get out of bed? Such a difficult task shouldn’t exist.