this is my every day i’ve been sleeping on an email since april… it’s july  in my mind it’s like the consequences haven’t caught up to you yet so whatever  it’s exhausting i fucking hate it my boyfriend keeps bugging me about it and i keep saying “i’ll do it tomorrow morning” or “i’ll do it in 5 min” suddenly it’s two weeks and it just doesn’t seem like there’s a point to any of it anymore but its important but noooo brain said not too important so it’s not too important