unmotivated

unmotivated

My mind is nothing more than a blank canvas needing paint splattered on it.
But I can't find the motivation to gather the paint.
I can't find the motivation to find the paintbrushes.
I can't find the motivation to set everything up.
I am tired.
I am drained.
I can barely stay motivated to do anything.
I can barely muster up the motivation to reply to a simple text message.
I can barely do an essay.
All because I lack the motivation to do anything.
If I could, I would stay in bed all day and sleep.
It isn't healthy but it is one way to gain the energy back that I lack.
It is difficult, really.

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