Sometimes participating in this activity called "living" feels like too much work. Most of the time I'd rather just stay in bed and scroll through photos of people I don't really care about. Lately I've been trying to challenge myself by trying new things but there seems to be no fulfillment in that either. I know what I have to do to get things done. But in the end, who cares if I end up not accomplishing anything? I'm not sure if I do anymore.