"It's time to get up!" Why? What's the point? Many days, I lie in bed, skipping classes, not getting anything done, just wanting to stay there...forever. What's the point in getting up and going through the day, emotionless and tired? I know there's a point, and I've been trying really hard to make myself see it, but some days, I just prefer the comfort of my dark room, in the safety of my bed. Sounds depressing? It sure is, but it's safe from dealing with the daily crap of life. In high school, my parents allowed me to take "mental health days" if I needed to. That might have helped then, but now it's turning into a bad habit.

I don't want to do a single thing today, and technically, I don't have to. There's nothing due tomorrow or anything. I could stay here, in bed, all day. I'd have to shut off my phone. Already today, 4 people have been texting me. They're all up and doing things already, and me, I'm being lazy and staying here in bed. What kind of person am I becoming? Seriously? This isn't what I want me to be like. I just feel like I have no energy to do anything (or control of myself, for that matter).