I'm suffocating even though I still take breaths in.
I'm sinking but my arms don't remember how to swim.
I'm restless but I don't know where I wouldn't be.
None of this is even bothersome, it is all just mundane. It is all expected, familiar; boring almost.
I'm jealous, bitter, angry, sad, anxious and a million other feelings.
Perhaps I should get back on the wagon of weight loss (aka treadmill) if only there wasn't such a vicious cycle of apathy going on presently. I just don't feel like it, so I don't. Then I feel worse, so I don't. Maybe I should remember how I felt two short weeks ago? So easy to be optimistic after two weeks away from the most un-fulfilling part of my days.
59 days til Spring......