Too many ambitions, not enough motivation, and no time to do anything.
Still trying to get my shit together, but I’m almost there. I stopped taking my Prozac for about a month now and thankfully, my spirits are still high high high. It’s been a long and hard fight, but there’s still a long way to go. I don’t want to be that person who hides all day and sleeps away her life. I’m not that person. We’ll see how the summer goes.