I really wanted to write chapter two of my Robron Fanfiction but I can’t get into the mood. I really wanted to post my second chapter tonight:

This weekend is full blown whiplash. I’m going to a funeral Saturday and then Sunday I’m seeing the Rockettes with my mom in NYC (tea at Bergdorfs too).

I really need to clean and do laundry. Clean my face. Do a mask. Figure out why I’m tired all the time…

What have I done today?

I got my laundry together and outside my room. I bought lots of tights from Torrid. I sat on Twitter having a mini panic attack as I read the news.

I NEED TO BREAK THIS CYCLE AND GET THINGS DONE. 

SOON. 

*gets distracted reading fanfiction….* 

The whole work thing is getting in the way of my Robron fangirling. Not cool work. Not cool at all. 😉 

*I hope Friday is calm because I will be a lost cause while I watch for updates on my phone of the wedding in real time* 

I’m scared I’m becoming dead inside. I read something upsetting in the news and instead of getting angry today…I just sighed and moved on thinking about a story I wanted to write.  

I might be in the starting stages of ‘dead inside’ syndrome, and the last vestiges of emotion might be flaming out inside of me as I write this.  I don’t like it at all. 

I think I feel more for fictional stories than I do real life. 

That’s not creepy at all. *read that in a sarcastic tone please* 

Anyone else? 

amandaj718:

I’m all anxious today and I don’t know why. 

I haven’t had any food yet today (still not hungry). Maybe that is it. I need a snack and then I’ll be better. 

Right. Right? 

Update: I know why I’m getting anxious. Negativity. Time to put that tag back on the block.