zephyrinths

Lately I've been so terribly disappointed with my life and myself. Myself, being the more predominant disappointment of the two. Because my thoughts and my morals contrast so much that everything becomes confusing. I wish that I would drink less and run more. I wish that I would be able to use my time more efficiently and not care about useless things. I wish that I would be careful and yet, take risks. And I really, really wish I was passionate about something. I wish there was something that I loved doing.

I think that I can be a good person. But blogging is so lame and I am not motivated to do anything and all I do is complain. And I just annoy myself, you know when you can hear yourself talking and you just wish you had stopped talking earlier.
These holidays were not productive at all. I feel so disorganised. What lessons have I learned?

I feel like going to the beach.