I seem frozen so much. I get into spurts of being industrious, followed by shameful bouts of what could only be described as indolence. I look at what needs to be done and my will goes on vacation with my strength. I think it is undiagnosed depression. There is so much to feel bad about. The weight of the world seems to be having a gathering on my mind and casually reclining on my shoulders.
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