I miss drawing. I miss painting. I miss writing horrible angsty poetry in formats no man on earth has ever heard of.
I miss climbing trees and skinning my knees. Literally though, how did I do that so often and now can’t seem to manage a skinned knee even if I threw myself onto a gravel road running as fast as I can with the sole intent of skinning my knee?
I miss the idea of keeping a journal.
I miss back when the idea of having a friend seemed so great but now it’s sorta just whatever.
I miss being excited about projects.
I miss having goals and dreams.
I miss exercising.
I miss my color block wind breaker from elementary school.
I miss structure.
I miss the threat of being beaten across my booty with a belt if I DIDN’T clean up around the house and do my chores.
Anymore I just sorta look around and think: tomorrow.
I miss having a sense of passion and motivation I guess.
How do I get that back?
How do I stop defeating myself?