I just have to get this off my chest.
Sometimes, like right now, I feel restless.
I want to do something productive.
I should write my book, I think.
I don’t want to, because I feel like whatever I write is going to be bad. And maybe I should be cleaning, anyway.
I don’t want to clean, I’m tired, but not tired enough to nap. I’d rather just watch a show.
I watch too many shows. I feel bad.
I’m a mess. So I write about how I’m a mess.
I’ve come to the conclusion I should write my book.