I wake up and instantly wish I'd gone back to sleep. I marinate in my bed until 10:00 and go make some breakfast cause I feel guilty when someone else does it. I usually make a chocolate + peanut butter sandwich or avocado toast. I go back upstairs after breakfast and do some songwriting and wattpadding. I check the clock and see that it's already 14:00. My soul leaves my body and I decide to be productive. I laugh at myself but then realize I was being serious. I reluctantly drag myself outside and walk on the beach (Yea I live by a beach, well, about half a mile of sand and pebbles by a river) I realise I'm walking near quicksand and run for my life. I pick up a cute looking pebble and go back home. I find some potato salad and eat it quicker than Usain Bolt running an olympic race (It's my brother's, but he deserves fanum taxing cause he's a n*zi.) I work on my Jared cosplay (My biggest cosplay yet) until 19:00 and eat dinner. I go on my primary school website and sprain my finger flipping the bird to the headteacher. I end the day sitting on the balcony. I go to sleep and begin this endless cycle again.