ARGHHHH

The weekends aren’t rest. It’s not a rest period. It’s even more empty. Nothing to watch. Feels like nothing to do. The time just erodes. Thats all that happens. Then I feel guilty for not being productive, as though i’m supposed to be a machine 7 days a week. As though i didn’t just work the past 5 days. We guild trip ourselves. Consuming content is the most unreliable source of fulfilment, because the moment I have the free time to do so. THERE’S NOTHING TO WATCH. Or, worse, everything is behind some paywall. Like cmoonn. “Oh oh, go outside” – whatever, i have an injured foot, and i don’t have a car. And that’s for another story, but my gosh. my goaty gosh. This will be deleted at some point.