I think what I hate the most about myself is how muchI sleep. I’ll wake up at 8,9, 10am and think, “fuck this” then go right back to sleep. Only to wake up a couple of hours later filled with regret because all I’m thinking about what I could’ve done in those few hours that I just threw away. I could’ve laid in bed and
I could’ve laid in bed and thought about all the mistakes I’ve made and my life has no purpose.
I could’ve read a book- read a page and a half only to lose focus and end up turning on the tv to watch Netflix.
I could’ve gotten up to make myself some breakfast. Hell, I could have even decided to leave the house for once.
I could’ve decided to be productive and practice the languages I’ve been trying to learn or even play the guitar.
Instead, I decided to just sleep.