I Feel So Tired Again. It's Not The Regular Kind Of Tiredness, I Just Feel Powerless And Consumed By

I feel so tired again. It's not the regular kind of tiredness, I just feel powerless and consumed by an absurd apathy. I only want to stay in bed looking to the ceiling, or endless scrolling into my facebook or tumblr accounts. I have no urge to produce or to study and this just sucks

It's incredible how i have a enormous list of books to read, that at some point in my life i really liked the plot, but now i can't pick any of them, they all seem lame or boring or i'm not in the mood

“If you look back only at your mistakes, you’d think you were an idiot. If you look back only at your wiser choices, you’d think you were infallible. But if you look back on everything, you realize you’re a human being who has been through a lot, grown a lot, is always still learning, and improving as time goes by.”

— Doe Zantamata

drink tea you’ve never tried, reread your favorite book, get up to watch the sunrise, write a letter, listen to the birds, knit a bad sweater, bake an ugly cake, sing at the top of your lungs, jump crazily to some music. feel, really feel life without any restrictions, no matter the size. 

Today i'm feeling happy. Not any especific reason for that, im just chilling out and have a whole weekend to do more of this. Today is good and im living in the moment

Sometimes i just think, if my life was a book what would be the plot? What makes someone life worth writing?? Is it the great things she lived? The awesome things she's done? How can i improve my life for it to be worth telling? Am i ever gonna be interessing enough?