I haven’t been able to write anything in the past week and it’s really starting to stress me out. I sit in front of the computer and stare at my keyboard for a few hours trying my best to construct a sentence that won’t give my editors a massive migraine; I feel everything I’ve written during this period hasn’t been readable and is utter nonsense. I’m not even being mean to myself because it’s the truth, I have no materials or inspiration to write — why? I ask myself this. Am I tired? Is it because I’m PMS-ing and all I want to do is stay in bed, watch videos of Kendrick Lamar and dream of him afterwards? That could be it, yes. But seriously, take a second to appreciate his beauty. I mean, look at that still. Fuck. Me. Thanks.
I have about 15 assignments to complete by the end of today. Can I make it? If yes, I will definitely reward myself with some stand up. Fuck, I miss watching stand up. No Rathika, don’t do it. Focus on your work. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. That’s all from me today! Hope you’re all having a more productive day than I am.