Days...

Well Saturday the 17th was certainly a depressing day for me, but also my best one so far. It was a day fueled by frustration spurned anger, a day in which I cried for help, but nobody listened. It's the story of my life.

That day I joined this website. I started to keep track of the food I ate, the exercise I did etc. It made me realise how truly out of place my life is; I do not exercise much, I eat breakfast in mid-afternoon, lunch in the evening, and there is no time for tea. But bed when I fall asleep-  about 2-4am in the morning, and wake up at anytime varying from 6am to 2pm. I truly need to sort my life out. I need to make people listen to me more, I need to be de-pigmented, I need my acne to clear, I need to get back into education. I'd like some cosmetic surgery. I'd also like my own tiny little bed-sit in soho, but hey, you can't have everything...

Saturday was a good day, because although it was characterised by anxiousness, impatience, and frustration in getting things done. I actually did get things done, and got a good nine hours of sleep. This set me up perfectly for sunday, and for once I woke up happy.

Sunday was awful though, it was a day plagued by constant procrastination. I am trying to put off a task, but if I put it off for much longer, I will cancel it...

ALEX PLEASE TAKE THIS RISK! WHAT'S THE WORST THAT CAN HAPPEN?.. YOU MIGHT GET HURT. BUT THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU MAY GAIN! A Life.