When do you stop?
I feel like I'm going, I'm moving, I'm pushing, but I'm just going in endless circles, pushing against nothing, achieving nothing. I want to be done with this, to move on, but I don't want to, it's too much effort.
I'm exhausted from doing nothing, honestly. Or rather, from telling myself to do things that I then fail to do.
All I can tell myself now is that in 1.5 weeks, this will end. With that stupid assignment that's dragging out of the way, and the last of the formal classes done, I'll be able to sit and focus and write.
But for now, I have a lot of things to get out of the way by the end of March.
... how is it already March?!