I wish life was easier.
I wish I was a lot better at taking it easier.
I wish I was lighter-hearted and much, much more energetic.
I wish I wasn't trapped in this stupid lethargy.
I wish that for once I was able to actually do and tick off those chores and tasks that have been cluttering up the to-do list in my head for ages and ages and are colluding to form this venomous ball of foreboding in my stomach. (And rightly so.)
I wish I would do all this stuff and then, miraculously, feel just so much better about myself. Clean, organised, deserving...something.
I also wish university regulations and course-allocation lottery mechanisms weren't such a bitch.
I wish I had the money to hire a cleaner. And a PA, specialising in looking for and finding misplaced documents, filing/throwing away unneeded paperwork and dealing with any kind of contact with bureacracy and other grown-up, cringe-inducing stuff.
I wish I wasn't lying on my bed right now writing this but sticking to my mental schedule instead and very simply folding away those three-and-a-half loads of dry laundry that have been living on my sofa for, respectively, one, two, three weeks and a half. Other people do it, too, you know. I've seen it happen!
I wish I wasn't kidding myself every single day. And buying it, too! What a nutcase! At least other people have the decency of being screwed over by someone else...
I wish I was a lot better at taking it easier.
I wish I was lighter-hearted and much, much more energetic.
I wish I wasn't trapped in this stupid lethargy.
I wish that for once I was able to actually do and tick off those chores and tasks that have been cluttering up the to-do list in my head for ages and ages and are colluding to form this venomous ball of foreboding in my stomach. (And rightly so.)
I wish I would do all this stuff and then, miraculously, feel just so much better about myself. Clean, organised, deserving...something.
I also wish university regulations and course-allocation lottery mechanisms weren't such a bitch.
I wish I had the money to hire a cleaner. And a PA, specialising in looking for and finding misplaced documents, filing/throwing away unneeded paperwork and dealing with any kind of contact with bureacracy and other grown-up, cringe-inducing stuff.
I wish I wasn't lying on my bed right now writing this but sticking to my mental schedule instead and very simply folding away those three-and-a-half loads of dry laundry that have been living on my sofa for, respectively, one, two, three weeks and a half. Other people do it, too, you know. I've seen it happen!
I wish I wasn't kidding myself every single day. And buying it, too! What a nutcase! At least other people have the decency of being screwed over by someone else...
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