fog.

My brain feels like thick, soupy fog lately. It sucks. I don't know if it's related to the drugs that I'm taking or the recovery or what, but I'm not on my mental A game. I miss being my usual zippy, talkative self. I wonder if that girl will ever return. Instead, it's 9:42pm and I feel like I just ran a marathon. I'm breathing heavily and I feel like I want to curl up and sleep forever. Meanwhile, I've been sitting on a couch for the past couple of hours. Jesus take the wheel, please.

I'm kind of happy that I'm so tired, though, because boredom always leads me to make really risky sexual decisions. I won't even talk about the random ass shit that I have done (and wanted to do) all because I was bored with life. However, I don't think I have it in me this time around. I tried and it just wasn't happening. The motivation is lacking. Which means I'll probably remain untouched until 2018. I mean, my ideal night right now is watching Pretty Little Liars, gchatting for hours with Vest, drinking wine and snacking on Werther's Originals candies. God help me. Let's hope I get a life real soon or else I'm going to have nothing to write about.