I feel it and I so much hope for it.
Couldn't get up as usual, although I promised it myself this time. Promised it myself every single day.
Do I not wish it enough?
Do I not want the change enough?
I think so.
The later it gets, the more difficult it is to get out of the house, to show my screwed up face to the world. I feel as if I'm wearing a big post it on my chest saying 'I'm lazy, I just got up and I'm just right now going to my day to day life. Spit at me if you want, I deserve it.'
I know that once I get to my life back I'll love it. Well not every single bit of it, that's not possible, but I'll love the fact to be there, to be useful, to be productive for me, my Friends and society.
Is it me who is building up this hopes and pressure on myself or are the people really starting to find me weird?
Let's try out and see where this day leads me to.