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    — 1 day ago with 15222 notes

    I’m in my room folding some of my laundry, putting it away, and doing it pretty quietly while listening to music. I thought I was done and then I remembered that I had another load that just finished drying. My immediate thought was, “Thank god, I don’t want to be doing anything else.” I tried to analyze what that meant. Am I that depressed or anxious that I don’t want to even make an effort to be with my friends, or go find something more fun to do? I used to put off folding my clothes for at least a week. Sometimes the clothes never even made it off of my floor because I would end up picking up a shirt and wearing it again. But now the one thought that I had, meant that I had found comfort in doing something I hated. I threw my head back in relief at the thought that I was going to stay in the same place doing something as boring as folding clothes. Am I just stuck living in the moment waiting for something to happen? I didn’t think that I was this bad off. I was doing better. I am doing better. Maybe I’m just over analyzing.

    — 3 days ago with 2 notes